Is there such a thing as reverse insomnia? Like, you fall asleep and have trouble waking up? I feel that way sometimes. But maybe there isn't a way to describe neatly and efficiently. What I really want to say is, I hate being awake at this hour of the morning, but today I couldn't help it. My older sister is at the house, a "surprise" visit from Rhode Island, and her cat Toby keeps prowling around my room, rolling around in the piles of clean laundry I have yet to pack for school. One would think that I could get a little peace and quiet, being that I worked from 2 PM to midnight yesterday. However, clearly it is not such an obvious situation to the cat. I can't blame him I guess. If I was a cat, I'd probably be an asshole too. Especially if I was an indoor cat.
I am debating whether going back to bed would even be worth it. My entire extended family is coming over this afternoon to celebrate my return to school and my sister's new teaching job, and I have to go pick up my younger sister from her friend's house, and go say my goodbyes to my bartender from work. And pack the last of my stuff. I just found out that my mother's car has severe rear brake problems, and that we'll probably have to take my uncle's car to get my stuff back to Massachusetts. This is kind of awful, because I'm pretty sure I have too much coming with me for his car to hold all of it. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that there won't be any problems.
I can't wait to lay around in bed on Monday after I get all settled, just reading comics and relaxing. I can't remember the last time I wasn't manic.