Its Four in the Morning...

The above is from a Leonard Cohen song. I thought it was appropriate.

Warning: This post will ramble and be loosely connected, at best.

I didn't think this was possible, but I think I'm getting too much sleep. The reason I'm blogging at 6 in the morning is that I woke up at 3 and haven't been able to go back to sleep. Was it because I went to bed at 10, and have been doing that for the last few nights? Is my body telling me to be more exhausted? All I know is that it is going to be a very, very long day. I may actually drink coffee. That's astounding for me.

You would think that sleeping in Dimsey's room would infect me with a bit of her sleeping sickness. That girl could sleep for 20 hours at a time, and she could do that every day. Usually, that kind of sleep pattern is associated with living in Africa and being bitten by Tsetse Flies. But no, I'm getting 6 or 7 hours of sleep a day, no matter how hard I try to get more. Quite often, I don't get my body.

Like yesterday. Yesterday, I was exhausted. I really had to reason to be. I slept well, I ate well, and I did nothing to warrant my exhaustion. But yet, by 9 o'clock, I was ready for bed. By 10, I was gone. What kind of rational explanation is there for that?

On a completely and utterly unrelated subject, I think I might bring up to my boss the possibility that I should be paid more. I know she's trying to hire a receptionist, but really, if I'm not receptionist, I have about 2/3rds of the work I do right now. Unless there are epic things in my job description that I'm not aware of, why not let me do both jobs. My plan: Offer to do both jobs for a pay increase. I get 12 bucks an hour, no benefits. The receptionist gets 10 bucks with benefits. Why don't I get 16, with benefits? Sounds like a good deal to me.

Now I just gotta get Jane to go for it.