I had a totally fucked up night's sleep last night, tossing and turning and not dreaming of John Barrowman. What the fuh? Why forsake me John?
I'm a very light sleeper, and if I wake in the middle of the night boooooiingggg I'm wide awake and functioning. You want long division? Want me to spell floccinaucinihilipilification? No problem. The downside of this is that I don't just roll over and go back to sleep easily. The worst thing to do of course is to freak out about what time it is by looking straight at the bedside clock, which of course is the first thing I always reflexively do.
Last I woke up and looked at the clock, and it said 3:33. "Huh, neat" I thought and went back to sleep.
Then I woke up again and the clock said 4:44. "Um, whoa" I thought and went back to sleep.
Then I woke up again, and this is 100% true, the clock said 5:57. My first thought? "Fuck, I missed it."