I am a Cat.

The thing is, I’m nocturnal.   And by nocturnal, I don’t mean it as in “I like the night life.  I like to boogie” choice in the matter kind of way.    I mean in the, the sun is going down, and suddenly I perk up, and want to scavenge and play.    Right when you’re ready to go to bed, I’m ready to pounce on you, claw you, and run back under the bed.   I mean it in the, it doesn’t matter that I’ve been up since 5 a.m., feeling like butt all day, chugging coffee, tea, and soda to fight the “Bobble-Head PeggyLu” effect in my cube, but now that it’s 9 p.m., I’m just coming into a good mood, I want to chatter and maybe clean the whole house, can’t sit still, kind of way.

 
This is something that I had always kind of known about myself, and didn’t put a lot of thought into.  As long as I can remember, I’ve always been much more alert in the evening.   My mother has confirmed that I’ve been this way since infancy, and claims that it’s because I was born in the later afternoon that I am such a night person.  

 
The thing is, I guess I had never really thought about how this could/would affect my interpersonal interactions.   I had taken for granted that everyone but my grandfather stays up until midnight.   Boy, what a rude awakening.  (Pardon the semi-pun.)

 

There’s nothing worse than being wide awake at someone else’s house at 10 at night, when they’re about two seconds from being irreparably unconscious.   At least when I’m at home, and I can’t sleep, there’s about twelve thousand books, a handful of DVDs, endless numbers of CDs, and of course, the insomniacs best friend, MySpace.

 

So, despite the fact that I am working on about three hours of sleep, if you’re up and want to chat at midnight, chances are, I’ll be awake, too.   Drop me an email or leave me a “Comment”.

 And I’d like to apologize in advance for any pouncing I might do.   Or any poking or prodding or any other attempts to get you to wake up and entertain me.    Like, say, I don’t know, pulling on your lip and letting it slap into place, making a little plopping noise.

  Just sayin’.

 

 

Playlist: Violator
By Depeche Mode

 

Current mood: awake

Author: peggyluwho

What do you want to know? I'm a California native, and right now, I live 6 miles from where I was born. I'm single. I'm a feminist.

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