Jordan cursed me yesterday. I called her on my drive home from work, and she asked about my plans for the evening. I told her I was picking up sushi because I want food early enough in me that I’d digest before bellydancing, and that I hadn’t heard from Dwaine regarding the purported wine-buying extravaganza so we’re probably not meeting up and I’m on my own for dinner. She started to say that she doesn’t know where all my energy comes from considering to her it feels late, before she remembered the time difference between California and Florida. It was 5-ish for me, 8-ish for her. So of course immediately following that conversation, my body switched to Florida time.

I only managed to shove a roll (raw salmon over a California roll) and a half (spicy tuna over CA roll) down my throat before I was full enough to throw up. The TV was on, I had a load of laundry in the dryer, and it was 7:15p. I decided it was safe to get a little shut-eye for half an hour. I woke up at 8:30p. ACK! Bellydancing was half-over, and by the time I rush upstairs, wash my face, change and drive over there, it’d be over. I’d flaked on Vanessa! I thought about calling her to let her know I wouldn’t make it, but she’d be in the middle of class and I didn’t want her cell phone to ring. Yes, it’s better to call her after class at 9p, or it would’ve been, except that I promptly fell asleep again until past 2a. I watched, with one eye (as my contacts had dried out in my eyes), some sappy “The Parent ‘Hood” episode about a school play and a giant and the importance of friendship, as my brain tried in vain to get me off the couch with logical reasoning. At 2:30a, I finally got up and pulled my clothes out of the dryer, brought them upstairs and put them away. So now it’s 3:30a and I decided to blog. I figured the only person who’d be up would be Jordan. I think she works today. At 6:30a her time, she’s probably already at work.

7 minutes after I logged on, childhood friend Sandy logged on. “Greetings, fellow insomniac,” I greeted her. Turned out she’s still up working. She’d set her alarm for a half-hour nap and was just starting to get back to work. She’s miserable and tired as hell, and asked why I’m up. “I’m on Florida time,” I explained. She wrote, “ahh…I see.” No further explanation needed. I do feel really rested after 7 hours of sleep, but if I stay up from here on out and head to work, I’d be exhausted. I’ve got a lunchtime workout and afterwork jujitsu session, too. But if I go to sleep now, it’d take forever to fall back asleep AND I’d be exhausted when I wake up again in a few hours. Oh, what to do?

Jordan!!!