maybe it's the dirt, maybe it's the heat

what a difference a few hours of sleep can make.

i was going on night 4 with still no sleep, and it was during the dark, weepy morning hours cruising on the coat tails of midnight that i decided this was absolutely ridiculous. a body needs sleep, and whatever anxiety that is keeping me so worked up that i can't feel the sweet relief of slumber isn't worth this insomnia hell. i drank a couple of beers to fortify my decision, then promptly tucked myself into bed and turned off the lights.

a couple of hours later i finally fell asleep, but i got at least a good 4-5 hours of solid sleep, and that truly makes quite a difference. i feel attentive and more alert than yesterday, and my hands are no longer quite so numb. hopefully tonight the sleeping trend will continue and maybe i'll log a commendable 6 hour shift. here's to dreaming big.

today i have no real plans. going to make a vegetable lasagna for dinner. i was pretty sure my parents had come to terms with my decision to be vegetarian (my mother came home with an armful of vegetarian cookbooks from the public library the other day), but then this morning they wanted me to eat some breakfast sausages. granted, i had helped stuff and prepare the sausages, but that still didn't mean i wanted to eat them.

it was kind-of fun to make them, however. at first it was like something a la "i love lucy" or a "three stooges" skit, but towards the end i was starting to feel like alton brown.