People. WTF. 1:15 in the GD morning and here I am wide awake. With my space heater blasting away. Ah. Damn that feels so good.

Three hours ago I was yawning uncontrollably and could barely keep my eyes open. All blame tonight on Paris.

But it’s okay, because, hell — it’s Paris. The mere thought of a possible voyage avec TC has me so charged I think I might be able to single handedly power the entire house.

Or something like that.

The BF is fast asleep with Murph. Brother is fast asleep in front of the fire and I’m fast awake in front of an f-ing computer screen.

How many hours do I spend staring at this screen, anyway? Prob too much. Because I can think of, at any given point, a minimum of nine things I think are super important to look up and know. Utterly useless most of the time, but seemingly so crucial. Weird how that happens.

Prime example : be blessed in Sanskrit. No clue. Even with Google. And all I keep hearing in my head is, asana. Go figure. Like that’s on par.

I should have a techno detox day. Maybe today. Oh, forget that. No can do. Maman arrives. That means I’ll have to have my iphone on and ready for her arrival. Perhaps Sunday?

On second thought, I think I should just forget it in general. I’m not quite there yet. See, this was the positive to having my iphone stolen in Paris this summer. I had no choice but to detox. I was straight up LC Unplugged. Where was MTV when I needed them for a revival of Unplugged, phone edition?

I think I’d prob be a huge letdown on tv, though. Now that I’m thinking about it. It’s important to think about these things. Because what if? I was on tv, that is.

This way I wouldn’t be the least bit disappointed to read crappy reviews that would say something along the lines of, that LC does way too much yoga, how many times do we have to see her with legs wide open like that? And all this be still and meditate, is enough to make anyone fall asleep.

All of these things would be and are completely accurate. Hey, we all have our own ideas of fun. Right. SO who wants to hang with me now? Don’t everyone all jump at once.

You know something I don’t understand? Not one little bit. Of course you don’t. Or maybe you have an inkling of an idea, which could very well be true. Since there’s hundreds of thousands of things I’m unable to comprehend {or just don’t feel like it}. Eating.

It’s eating in the middle of the night. While it goes hand in hand with staying up late, I don’t get how I end up eating when I’m hungry, yet not really hungry.

You feeling me peeps? Like I find myself eating crackers with peanut butter only to realize into my 17th bite, that I’m not even all that hungry for it. Strange.

The mysteries of life at 1:30a.m. are way more entertaining than during normal day time hours.

I think I’m ready to stop eating and give sleep a chance. Afterall, Maman is arriving early afternoon, which means I actually have to get up before 11a.m.

Challenging but I think I can handle it. Goodnight to all and to all a good night.