Another Late Night Vigil...

So here I am again writing to you from the early hours of the morning (or wee late hours of the night if you need to think of it in that context). It's now exactly 1:00 a.m. and I'm still wide awake.

This late night schedule is mostly due to my working hours. For example, last night I wasn't home from work until after midnight, and then it still took me atleast two hours to wind down before I could actually sleep. And even though I took time to distance myself from my working hours before trying sleep I still had Chili's dreams.

Those are the dreams that haunt me from the worst of what happens at Chili's. I hate those dreams, they're the ones where customers are upset over food orders, or I'm being sat too many tables at once and can't keep up, or there is something else going on that is totally out of my control. These dreams always keep me from having a good night's sleep. Not very pleasant at all.

Another reason I'm still up at this hour is because I choose to be : ) Tomorrow (actually today because of the hour) I'm taking an overnight flight into Jamaica to visit friends. The way I figure the situation is that if I can stay up late tonight I'll be more inclined to take a nap this afternoon and be more alert and rested during my flight and layover. The only problem with this solution is the following day when my body is saying I should be sleeping and I actually need to be on the go. But I'll cross that bridge when I get there (how's that for a motto?) : )

Well, I should be off I still need to pack for my trip and knowing me I'm going to need to take my time (double checking everything for I'm always bound to forget something).

Up Later Than Usual...

I don't know if that heading is really true or not (it's 12:25 a.m.). I do have a tendency of being more of a night owl. Maybe tonight it just feels as if I'm up later than usual because I'm actually pretty tired.

You'd think with my burning eyes and on coming fatigue I would just choose to fall right off to sleep. Think again. For some reason it's in this state I'm most productive. I wanted to get some writing done tonight, and it's when my brain is beginning to shut down that I'm actually getting around to that writing.

I blame this tendency on all those years spent in College. I formed a rather nasty habit of waiting to the last minute to finish my work (okay...my last entry did hint that this habit of procrastination was more a part of my nature than something I formed over time). For me waiting to the last minute was working on that final draft (sometimes it was the rough draft) in the wee early hours of the morning on the project's due date.

Even now as I'm post college I seem to do my best writing late into the night. For some reason my eyes have to feel that burn as they stare into the computer screen, and my mind has to swim in a sea of haziness. It is during this time that the words pour forth onto the screen with little effort. In these late night hours I'm not one to second guess my writing, and sit and scrutinize every sentence.

The late night hour allows my true voice to come across paper. If you want to really know what I think or feel keep me up late at night, and then give me pen and paper or a computer and you'll have your answers. Just beware the spelling and grammer might not be so hot. : )

Ode to a Procrastinator...

Sheesh...let me just say that I got it all taken care of with several hours to spare. The "all" I'm speaking of was my taxes. Yes, I know I waited to the last day and almost the last hour to finish them, but alas I am a procrastinator.

You'd be proud to know though that I actually began the process back in January. Then I never finished and papers laid on my desk for several months. It occured to me this past weekend that I could save myself the effort of handwritting the rest of the forms and save postage by e-filing. It was really a simple process and took me less than two hours to complete. I highly recommend that method for anyone in the future.

Now, I'm relaxing at my desk listening to a new cd called, "Celtic Woman." The song at present is "Danny Boy," ah...how beautiful. I enjoy peaceful music like this...puts me in a great frame of mind.

Well...that's the end of this day. Now it's off to bed to get the rest I need for the new day.

Home Sweet Home...

Very early this past Thursday I arrived in Virginia for a visit home. By very early I'm talking plenty early. I took a red eye flight into town and got to Baltimore Airport at around 5 a.m. Of course I capped off that long flight with an equally long and tiring drive home (about three hours). Bless my parents though for they did the driving home and let me sleep in the back seat. It's been a great visit so far, and I've realized recently that I'm enjoying something now that I haven't really done much of in Utah (of course I plan on remedying that situation on my return). What I've done a lot of so far is just visiting with friends and family. Often times that means giving a little advance call or just showing up unexpectedly on their front doorstep. Visiting with people in their homes or places of work and taking a little time out of my day to meet them on their home turf is actually quite great. So often in Utah I'm known for calling people up and meeting them somewhere else or they do the same with me. That's great and all, but usually we end up in crowded restaurants or very public places that are noisy. What a pleasure it is to stand out doors or sit in a quiet living room and have a relaxing and fun conversation. Well I really should be cutting short my thoughts here and getting myself off in bed. I have one more full day in Virginia and I need to be well rested to make the most of it.