But I wouldn't know anything about that, I went to bed at three last night and have no idea why I'm up and energetic now. I had two cups of chocolate coffee yesterday afternoon and evening, but... that was yesterday.
In any case, while I don't know why I'm up, I know why I'm awake - I had a dream in which a good friend of mine (not a real friend, someone who the dream presented to me as a good friend) turned out to be a mafia assassin, and I was fleeing through downtown Fargo trying to get to a gunstore sufficiently in advance of him, after leaving the local mall looking like a war zone. I had his girlfriend on my side, though, which made me feel better, as she'd been equally oblivious about his double life as some sort of Jason Statham conflicted antihero movie character. I woke up with my heart pounding, still mentally half a block from Wal-Mart, and decided I didn't want to drift off again and find myself in a gunfight.
So, here I am awake.
In any case, while I don't know why I'm up, I know why I'm awake - I had a dream in which a good friend of mine (not a real friend, someone who the dream presented to me as a good friend) turned out to be a mafia assassin, and I was fleeing through downtown Fargo trying to get to a gunstore sufficiently in advance of him, after leaving the local mall looking like a war zone. I had his girlfriend on my side, though, which made me feel better, as she'd been equally oblivious about his double life as some sort of Jason Statham conflicted antihero movie character. I woke up with my heart pounding, still mentally half a block from Wal-Mart, and decided I didn't want to drift off again and find myself in a gunfight.
So, here I am awake.