I went to Deck the Hall Ball (an awesome 9-band concert that lasted 8 hours) on Tuesday night and so I was super tired on Wednesday. So Wednesday night I went to bed at 9pm (yes, I'm old and lame, I know). I konked out for a few hours and awoke at 12:30am. I was so convinced that it was time to get ready for work, I got out of bed, started the shower, TOOK A SHOWER (while thinking, man, I am sooo tired right now), applied lotion, moisturized my face, put on my bathrobe, and wandered back out of the bathroom. At that point I realized that it was in fact the middle of the night (and kind of early, actually) so I went back to bed in my bathrobe and with wet hair. Ughhhhhhhhhhhh....
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The weird thing is, once I realized it was okay to go to sleep and that my alarm had not actually gone off, it makes me feel like going back to bed is the totally normal thing after taking a totally normal midnight shower. I don't have this *d'oh* moment where I realize what I've done. It just seems completely okay that I got up and showered and now am going back to bed. It's not until the morning that I want to slam my palm to my forehead. I don't get it.
This stuff makes me paranoid that my little tumor friend is growing and getting into trouble. Especially with my MRI less than a week away, I'm a little on edge about the whole thing... and at the same time thinking this midnight shower thing is pretty ridiculous and kind of funny.
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