I have officially done strange things to my sleep schedule

I didn't go to Tapestry last night to dance. I was too exhausted, and was holding back the PMS crabby and SICK of PEOPLE EVERYWHERE.

All in all I think that was a good decision.

Then, I came back and tried to take a nap. That didn't really work out so well. I got up, stared at my computer for half an hour, and then went to bed. At seven thirty.

And now it's four am and I'm awake, because that was a solid eight hours that I got. It felt absolutely delicious, and waking up this early feels absolutely delicious. You know why? No one, in their right minds, is awake right now. It's really quiet. And that's exciting, because I live in a dorm. People are very rarely quiet here, especially the boys who live in the quad near me. (They've been having a particlularly stupid week, and have been yelling a lot.)

Mmmmm ... silence. I didn't realize how much I missed it.

Now I'm debating what to do in this wonderful silence. I think I'll read. Yes, reading sounds like a good plan. Either Vonnegut or The Mists of Avalon. But first, I'm going to wash out a bowl, make myself some breakfast, and drink some tea. Oh, it has been far too long since I was up at this hour (of my own free will, that is.)

It's really beautiful, imagining myself the only person awake on this floor. There might be someone up late studying, but I doubt it. It's the beginning of semester.

So ... tea and books!