I guess I'm not sleeping anymore.

I thought I might need more sleep after having been out late last night and drinking, but, as so often happens, I woke up before the alarm and I don't feel any more tired than usual.  In fact, I feel quite good, physically, and emotionally, great, and I want to write some Mike/Psmith. 

I'm not sure what accounts for this top of the world feeling the morning after drinking - it seems completely contrary to all sense.  My theory is that it's my sociable side coming out and I'm getting recharged off spending time with people.  Most often I'm anti-social, but I guess that sometimes that side of me needs to be fed.  Or something. 

Whatever the case, I'm going to give up the idea of going back to sleep - it ain't happening.  I'll give in and take a shower.  And make a pot of coffee?  Hm.  I want coffee.  At the best of times coffee can do bad things to my stomach, so the morning after drinking maybe I should stick to tea.  But tea just isn't appetizing this morning.  Odd.  I did NOT want coffee yesterday afternoon, after buying one on my first break, which amused me because the only reason I've ever heard for not wanting coffee is being pregnant, but that's out of the question.  (Well, barring oogenesis I suppose.)  It sat in the cabinet at the checkpoint, untouched, and is now waiting for me in the fridge at work. 

go look, go look! (*chortle*)

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