I can't sleep.
i.a.wide.awake.
I'm tired. I'm yawning, and I am tired. But I can't sleep, even though I have been trying for the past two hours.

In one hour, I will be going to go watch a meteor shower. I have never seen a meteor shower in my life. And I was pretty excited about it. Until I couldn't fall asleep to take a nap before hand.

Now I am nervous because I know I have to work tomorrow, and I will be up way later than I usually am. Which, whatever, I can deal with that. I have stayed up til 5 before, packed, and been up to catch a 7:00 train, carried a backpack and walked all day, taken a two hour nap, and then gone back out again. It's do-able.

It's not the sleep that concerns me. It's the waking up in time. If I go back to my bed right now, I will most likely make it OUT of my bed for the meteor shower because I will either a.) shut off my alarm clock, or b.) be too cozy to get up, thus continuing my streak of never seeing a meteor shower. The alternative is to risk oversleeping tomorrow, for which there aren't any too major consequences. Still.

There is something to be said about the past days of getting up and running to the train station at 7 in the morning. I had short hair back then, and it could go days without washing. That is not necessarily the case now. I also lived two blocks from the train and could dodge traffic early in the morning because there really wasn't any. But most importantly, I had responsible Cheri to call me and make sure that I was awake. Or more importantly, to call me 15 minutes before the train left to tell me that if I didn't hurry, I would miss the train to Rome would owe her money for the train, for the hostel, and the breakfast that she had waiting for me. That adrenaline is missing from my life.

I like waking up, excited about the day.