insomnia, you cocksucker

so i expected some recoil from trying to readjust to a normal, daytime schedule, after working an overnight shift for a year and a half. i never even had that much trouble doing the day-to-day, work one night and have the next one off, be up with everyone else in the a.m. and take a nap before going to work again. i'd sometimes work part-time from noon until i had to go work overnight, making for around an 18-hour day, only to do it all over again the next. but this... maybe it's jet lag and the long drive throwing my circadian rhythm for one final, conquering loop. i don't know. but this is ridiculous. five-fucking-thirty in the morning? ten hours ago, i was toying around with the thought of going to bed early and hitting up the continental breakfast before checking out. at this rate, i could probably shower, dress and beat everyone else down there...

the night started well enough, working on a new playlist for carissa, a kind of postlude to this amazing day: slept in, spent the afternoon by the pool, caught up with mom and dad on the phone, got a greasy bite to eat at "sam's boat" across the parking lot, and left myself exactly enough time to catch up on my deadwood episodes before the season finale at 8p. it was a truly spectacular day. i was even going to go back over to sam's to hang out on my last night in town, but decided to forego that in favor of... well, getting to bed early. looking back, i should've just gotten drunk and passed out.

i laid in bed for a while, carissa's new playlist playing from the living room -- could not fall asleep. when the mix stopped, i gave up and came back in the living room, messed around on the computer for a bit and finally caved, made a grilled cheese and sat down to catch up on my other-new-favorite show, weeds, of which i'd only earlier finished downloading the rest of season one and as many episodes as have been aired for season two. see, carissa has already packed up her television and is on withdrawal, so i promised her i'd find tomorrow's (today's, fuck!) episode as soon as i got out there. she's amazed at my downloading wizardry. and you know, sometimes, so am i... anyway, i'd only seen a few episodes of the show, all said, so i figured two a.m. on a monday morn was as good a time as any to catch myself up. on every episode. jesus.

but if you can't lounge around naked and smoke cigarettes and watch tv through all hours of the night, then what the hell good is vacation for?

how about some goddamned breakfast??