It is nine minutes to one (in the am) and after my last post marmiteandtea (over at the wordpress blog) asked if I ever sleep.
Um, apparently not.
See, here’s the thing (also it is Thing Number Two):
The Jordyn is anti-sleep.
This isn’t to say, of course, that I don’t sleep, because of course I do. My body, for some inane reason, requires it. However if it wasn’t an absolute necessity I just wouldn’t. I seem to be, by nature, a nocturnal person. Some facts about my nocturnalness?
Nocturnalness: (n) A state of being nocturnal.
- For one thing, I seem to be the most creative at night. Which means that probably half, if not more, of my last novel was written when everyone else in the house was asleep.
- I am always the last one asleep. Even when I’m legitimately tired (which trust me, it does happen) I’m still the last one to fall asleep. In addition to not liking sleep, I’m also an insomniac, which is just not a good combination.
- I never like to sleep at night but I also never like sleeping in during the day, which always leads to guilt for either staying up or sleeping in (or both). Because sometimes, you know, I actually do go to bed at a reasonable time and the only reason I’m not sleeping is because I CAN’T.
- Sometimes late at night a noise will wake my sister up and she’ll call my cellphone and, guess what, I’M ALWAYS AWAKE. This would seem to indicate that I never sleep, but I do. Really I do.
And now it’s 1:03 and no doubt I will sleep in tomorrow (I really wish I was one of those people who could do fine on, like, four hours of sleep) and feel slightly guilty about it. But hey, in the grand scheme of things I figure if the worst thing you feel guilty about is sleeping or not sleeping then you’re probably doing pretty good.