Because I took some Excedrin Migraine at 9pm, and Husband had the audacity to go to bed and leave me all alone in my awakeness after watching only four episodes of Lost. 

(We started watching with Season One somewhere in the middle of July, near as I can figure from consulting my blog archives (I knew they would come in handy for something someday!), and we’re almost finished with Season Two.  I think we’re going to set a world
record for the number of consecutive TV shows watched in a month.)

Is it kosher to use parenthesis within parenthesis?  I guess I’m what they call a "branch story-teller".  If you’ve ever spoken with me in real life, you know what I mean.  I start about ten stories and never finish any of them.  Who am I kidding?  If you read my blog, you know what I mean.

So yeah, four episodes was all he could take.  Wimp.  Now he’s in bed, and I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at midnight.  This does not bode well for tomorrow morning.

But at the moment, I’m feeling extremely productive.  It’s a sensation reminiscent of the good ol’ days that I took for granted for so long, back when I had two cups of java every morning.  Oh how I miss those days.  I didn’t know at the time how much my body depended on that sweet nectar of the gods to get me up and going in the morning. 

I suppose I should make the most of this unexpected burst of energy.  My housekeeing sure could use some right now, that’s for sure.  Maybe I should channel the caffeine into something productive, like picking up the stray toys and shoes laying around my house, or sweeping the kitchen floor, or putting in a load of laundry. 

Tomorrow, when I’m dragging around here, trying to beat the clutter monster, I’m going to wish I had put this caffeine high to good use. 

And yet, here I sit.