Enter, Sandman... please?

It's odd. Any given night of my life, I can hear my phone going off at 2:30am because my friends from the other side of the country decide to text me, roll over, and still manage to go back to sleep.

For whatever reason... not tonight. Having been sick for the last four days and only now beginning to start feeling better... tonight's the night I can't sleep. Fabulous.

So what does the man do with his time in the wee hours of the A.M.?

Why, naturally, he:

• uploads pictures from the weekend.
• Facebook-stalks people he hasn't seen in years then, realizing how creepy it kinda is, stops and Facebook-stalks people he's seen more recently.
• gets thirsty but refuses to get up and go get a glass of water.
• listens to Patty Griffin's beautiful cover of Tom Waits' "Ruby's Arms" on YouTube (which he's had stuck in his head for at least a week).
• imagines what it would be like to be sleeping right now.
• reads an issue or two out of the third StormWatch trade, "Change or Die".
• watches a video of the Bible teachers at CCHS singing a rewritten version of Third Day's "You Are Beautiful, My Sweet, Sweet Song" about us.
• sucks it up and gets a drink of water anyway because it's so dadgum hot in the office.
• decides to go lay in bed for the last hour-and-three-quarters before his alarm goes off.

Cheers!