I really hate to confess...
I can't do that anymore.
I don't know how I did before.
I remember how we used to go party it up, shut down the bar, hang out with friends until the paycheck appeared in the bank (it was between 5 and 6 am back then) and we would head to the 24 hour McD's for a greasy breakfast. We wouldn't even go to sleep, just straight to work. Then, after a full work day, head out somewhere else too!
Or when I was pregnant with Macboy, I was working 4 to midnight every day. I'd get off work, head to Denny's to visit with friends. Finally get home around 5:30 am, I'd leave around their shift change, and head to bed.
I used to be able to function on no sleep, and I LOVED it. Sure wish I knew then how valuable sleep would be later on. How I would crave it, fight for it, beg and bargain for a few more small minutes. It's like burning money, I swear... I am exhausted by the thought of even TRYING to stay up all night.
- It is a morbid curiousity that makes me want to see this royal wedding. I guess it's "history-in-the-making", right? Whatever... I want to see.
- It is a fact that I have plenty of work that i need to get done and night time hours are the quietest hours in my house.
- It is also a fact that the trucker will have me driving him to work in the morning, so I'm gonna get crappy sleep no matter what I do.
However, I WILL NOT HAVE A HANGOVER..... so I guess I can try.