The Morning After

I cannot do late night parties. I find them utterly exhausting and I am useless the day after. I am like a senior citizen–early to bed, early to rise and always cold (actually, that last part has nothing to do with my lack of sleep, but it is true nevertheless). I feel all drawn and twitchy from lack of sleep and too much coffee (ineffectual, as usual). I had a great time last night, but now I feel as if my Sunday will be a waste. No energy to think straight. I woke up at my usual hour because my body conspired to rob me of an extra hour of sleep, no matter how much I tried to go back to dreamland. It’s a little past noon and I think I’ve accomplished everything that will be accomplished today. The rest will have to wait ’til I perk up. Sigh.

Author: emilia grace

romance writer and bibliophile

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