After spending two nights in a row staying up way too late blogging, I've come to the conclusion that I need to exert a little self control and not allow myself to stay up so late. I'm thinking tonight, just to eliminate my dragging thought processes and this horrible feeling of sluggishness, I'd better be in bed by 10:00. I can't produce any quick wit when I feel this way. And work suffers. Self-inflicted misery is the worst kind!
This morning when Mr. SML woke me up on his way out the door, he said, "You must be really tired since you went to bed a half hour ago."
"I did NOT go to bed a half hour ago!"
"You did too! It was really late. What time did you come to bed??"
"I don't know. I know it was late, but I don't remember looking at the clock."
"Riiiight. It was a half hour ago."
I wonder if he stayed up waiting for me. If so, why didn't he come get me then?
I must say I really enjoy blogging, though, way more than I thought I would. I feel like I'm making true friends as well as getting to know myself a little better. I enjoy writing a lot. I love trying out my creativity. I love reading all of the creative blogs I am addicted to.
It may be time for another intervention meeting over at Blogaholics Anonymous. Anyone want to join me?