You're awake and I'm asleep.
I need sleep. There's no good reason why I should still be awake. This was going to be my night of quiet time, downtime, alone time. It hasn't been.
I'm feeling like I need a day off. I'm not sick, but I'm weary and worn out. This past weekend was fun, but it wasn't physically restorative in the way that proper weekends are. Lately I've noticed that I'm using the word proper the way Ritchie does. Likewise for Chris and the word beanie. That Ritchie is contageous. Estuary English is, evidently, contageous.
I'm trying to remember how I dealt with living in a dorm in college. I think I dealt with it by having my own room and, while I had a roommate, by having a roommate who had her own room. I go through wildly social periods and intensely private and introverted periods, the latter of which often coming as a surprise to anyone who only sees me when I'm feeling more sociable. I'm feeling quieter these days, but I haven't had a lot of opportunity to be quieter.
No good reason for me to be awake right now.