Well well. Haven't pulled an all nighter in a while, so I guess my body has decided it's time. The closest I've been in quite a while was in May when I was staying at my sister's place in L.A. and was planning on leaving to drive back up to Portland the next morning at 5. The last time I looked at the clock that night after tossing and turning for hours and endless frustration it was 3:30am. For the most part I haven't been the night owl I used to be, probably mostly because I work days. However, since I've been off work because of the car accident, I've been reverting to my natural nocturnal habits more and more. Usually hitting the sack around 4am or so, but for a little over a week now it seems to be worse and worse. Maybe it's because I'm not loaded up on Vicodin anymore. Tonight I hit the sack at about 5, and I was almost asleep at some point I think, at least I was close, but then Jenn turned the fan on and I think that snapped me out of that place between being asleep and being awake, and before I knew it it was getting light out and I couldn't get comfortable and I finally gave up at about 7. Fuck it. I'll catch a nap at some point for a few hours, I'll take a sleeping pill tonight or something so I can make sure I get some sleep before my doctors appointment tomorrow.

The other night Jenn suggested I take a sleeping pill since I've been having so much trouble nodding off lately. Actually she suggested I take 1 1/2 sleeping pills. They did the trick! I was conked out by 2, but wouldn't you know it, I still slept until 1pm! And I was fucking tired when I woke up too. I can't win with this whole sleep thing. Geez, it feels like living in Daniel's basement again. I don't think this time off work has been particularly good for me. I've certainly grown used to it though.