God help me. I'm so tired. I need my sleep. I make no bones about it. I need eight hours a day, and at least ten at night...

1. I included this quote (attributed to William H. Danforth) in my blog post yesterday... "The best cure for a sluggish mind is to disturb its routine." When was the last time you 'disturbed your routine' and how'd you do it?
   I guess that was last week, when I finally called the cops to report the excessive noise coming from my neighbor's apartment. On top of everything else, I'd finally just reached a point where I'd had TOO much.
2. What's your favorite fried food indulgence?
   there is a fried potato appetizer at Applebees that is insanely delicious. I've only had it a couple of times, but if I could eat it twice a week, I'd do so happily.
3. Did you have an allowance as a kid? What did you do with it?
   I did. I spent it on thoroughly wasteful things, often before it had had a chance to rest in my pocket for any time at all.
4. What's something you wish you knew more about?
   World War I
5. Is there anything you feel too old to do anymore? If so, what?
   there are plenty of things that I feel too old to do, but not so many that I'd like to divulge openly: I'm not that old - yet
6. What's a song you think has a great first line?
   "The Last Time Again" by Lit
7. Who are you writing to/for when you create a blog post? In other words...as you write, who is the audience in your head?
   myself. There are times when I've got someone in mind, sure, but I write for myself. It's too complicated, and layered with too much bullshit, otherwise. Unsustainable.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
   I'm having an enormously difficult time staying awake lately. I mean, really bad, really strange, worse than any other time that I can remember. I come home from work feeling like I've put in twelve hard hours rather than eight rather easy ones (usually). I eat dinner and relax for a bit, watching TV or (usually) reading, and then at some point realize that I've been drooping for so long that I haven't retained the last so many pages/minutes of whatever I've been doing. I'll head up to bed at 10:00, or sometimes earlier, fall right to sleep, and sleep hard straight through until morning. My alarm rings at 7:21. This morning, I got out of bed at 8:16. Twice last week I got up at the time I was supposed to be at work - and even then, it's torture to drag myself out of bed, feeling like I would be better off getting just three or four more hours of sleep. Every day! It's weird, disconcerting, and kind of a drag on what little social life I still have. And before you ask: yes, I'm eating properly, getting lots of fluids, taking the usual medications (nothing new, the same old), exposed to the same amount of sunshine as ever. Not terribly depressed (on the usual 'me' scale). Other than being as tired as all get out, I'm just peachy.

[from The Cat, who got it here; the title quotation is by Bill Hicks]