Self-reflection, catharsis & narcolepsy

When L and I were together (and before she moved to the Big City), Sunday nights were always tough. It meant that after some 50+ hours of blissful togetherness, we'd have to go our separate ways the next morning. Nothing was harder than that. Even though we'd see each other in a few days, I'd miss her like crazy. Heck the first thing I did after getting to my desk was give her a wake-up call so she wouldn't sleep the day away. :)

Now falling asleep on Sunday and getting up on Monday is tough for a completely (mostly) different reason.This week's excuse for why I'm still wide-awake is going to be jet-lag.

If I was a better man, things would be different. If I was a better man I could handle my liquor better and maybe I'd drink myself into a stupor and pass out. I'm going to listen to some Tom Waits and see how that goes.