12:45 am, Tuesday morning.
I remember when sleep was a given.
I remember when naps were an annoyance. Who could possibly think it was sane to sleep in broad daylight?
I remember when I could pull all nighters studying and / or partying, go to classes the next day and make it to the next evening before it became crucial to hit the pillow.
What is it about getting older that turns this free and easy relationship with sleep on its ass?
Gonna go back to bed now - see what's on cable.