I am an eight hour a night girl when it comes to sleep.  If I don’t get all my hours in, I’m a walking grump with dark circles.  

My loved ones avoid me like the plague.  

I take my sleeping seriously.  It’s nothing to be played with.  As a matter of fact, I ENJOY sleeping.  Unlike The Man, who thinks that if he’s sleeping, he’s missing something.

A few nights ago, I woke up suddenly and HAD to write.  Not like coherent, finishing up a project, or great new idea coming to mind writing. Nope.

More like list making kind of writing.  Lists of names for a project that I have been mulling over.  

I woke up to write down a list of names. ( I repeat it because I still can’t believe it.)  34 names to be exact.  That I ended up breaking down into two lists that may become two separate projects.

So basically, I woke myself up to give myself more work to do.  

Yeah- I know.  

Crazy.