I'm a transient with insomnia

(The following entry was crossposted from The Hundredaire Socialite)

As I type this sentence, it's six in the morning, and I have yet to fall asleep. Part of this is likely due to not waking up until three in the afternoon yesterday, and probably the caffeinated beverage of choice I had after work, but I think a part of it is the one thing I don't like about evening shifts at work: if they're rough (and tonight was), I either get too wired to sleep, or otherwise just have an inability to really relax. My mind can be a funny thing that way sometimes.

I've been meaning to post for some time now, but the fact of the matter is that I've been busy. A lot busier than even I thought, and it all just kinda hit me tonight. It's yet another difference between college me and working me, and especially between college me and Hundredaire Socialite me. College me faffed about a lot and had plenty of "me time" as defined by the Wiktionary: time to oneself; a period spent relaxing on one's own. Working me obviously did that a lot less, but there was still downtime on my off days, when I wasn't unhinged from whatever took a Phillips-head to my ... um, head. Hundredaire Socialite me is working a lot and going out a lot. At the least, it's a lot compared to how much I used to go out, as I joked about in the last entry.

( Long and rambly. Don't say I didn't warn you. )