... i’m sorry, it’s WHAT o’clock?!

it’s 5:19am and i am w-i-d-e awake.

i’ve actually been awake since about 4:15am, but convinced myself to stay in bed and try really hard to go back to sleep for a good 45 minutes before giving in and getting up.

so.

here’s what’s going on at this freakishly early hour:

* my apartment is sweltering hot. i just checked the thermometer on my fridge and it’s 25ºC in here. that’s about 77ºF. that might not seem excessive to some, but it’s november. in toronto. when i should be curled under a blanket, not walking around in a tank top and shorts. and my windows are all open!

* further to that, the hot-water heater in the building has been replaced, and the water coming out of my taps is now so searing that i could boil pasta in the bathtub.

* the street outside is still almost silent right now. one car every few minutes or so. a bus once in a while. only a handful of lights on in apartments nearby. ah, there goes the first streetcar.

* i just ate a vanilla pudding cup, because my stomach was growling loudly enough to wake me from my slumber earlier. it’s my own fault – i didn’t have a proper dinner (because i wasn’t hungry at the time) and clearly my system decided to kick my ass in the pre-dawn as a result. so far, it seems happy with the pudding and has simmered down.

* i went to bed too late. on wednesday night, i had a pounding headache before bed and woke up at 6:30 thursday morning with it still resting in my temples. so i already had one crappy night’s sleep under my belt. i thought i’d be so exhausted last night that the sleep monster would be tackling me especially early... but no. when i hit the hay just after 1am, i wasn’t even drowsy.

* before i officially woke up at 4:15am, i was previously roused from a dream in which i thought i’d come up with the perfect title for a piece of writing. i was alert enough to force myself to repeat it several times so that i’d remember it come morning. the title? the one i thought was so amazing? “letters for fugly.” no joke. that’s right, all the winners come to me in my sleep.

* my sore throat of indeterminate origin seems to be getting better. now it just feels dry and tight, which means it still smarts when i yawn or sneeze, but is generally okay otherwise.

* i’ve now been awake for a little more than an hour. it’s 5:37am, and i’m wondering if i should just stay up for the day and slam face-first into The Wall sometime later... or whether i should crawl back to bed as soon as i hit “publish” on this post and try again to catch a few more Zs.

* nevermind. i’ve decided it’s back to bed for me...