I think I’m okay with plans changing on me, as long as I’m given courtesy notice. No guarantee I won’t be disappointed, but at least I won’t be mad. The reasons tonite’s plans changed (at least, the part that concerns me) were good ones, and ones that had occurred to me, too. Instead I had a nice nap at home and then went to visit a friend and had a Tea Station barley milk tea w/him. I didn’t get home until a bit past 2am, but I did get a nice nap in at his place, too. (No, nothing happened.) After I got home, I took a shower and am now wide awake. I’m becoming a serial napper. Sleeping thru the nite no longer exists for me. I need to get my sleeping patterns adjusted back to normal, tho. I failed so miserably to exercise discretion yesterday in the elevator that my friend Andrae forbade me to speak to anyone else until I got a nap in. “And no blogging, either,” he said. (No, I didn’t screw someone in the elevator. May as well have, tho. But just verbally.)