badrobot

British Summetime continues its bombardment of my sleep; waking up at the crack of dawn EVERY day is getting to the point of just... fine, whatever, *yawn* -make some coffee-, -fire up the PC-, see what the world's been up to and what my chums on the interweb have to say (and which of them have taken their clothes off overnight; if I have to wake up early, it at least cushions the blow a bit )

The early mornings are coupled with insommnia creeping in at night; nothing worse than lying in bed in the wee hours with your mind racing with all the things you have to do, should have done, need to say, shouldn't have said, etc. Unfortunately it's coupled with raging horniness - normally not a bad thing, but at 3am when you want to roll over and sleep and can't, well...