|Shirt - I have no idea, Pants - Avenue, Shoes - Dexter.|
There are times in my life that I don't feel sleepy. Like..um...vacations. Other than that, I'm pretty much sleepy. I take a lot of medication for my epilepsy, and a side effect for all of the varying pills is sleepiness/being tired/a general malaise. It doesn't help that I've always needed a lot of sleep. I was never one of those people who popped up after 6 hours all perky and refreshed. Without a good 8 hours, I'm pretty much useless. This also means that I tend to get cranky early at night. Early for a non-elderly grownup, that is. I hit 10pm, and I start thinking that everyone else is a bit of an asshole. So, I have very little time for a life. I work (and commute, biggest part) 11 hours of the day. I get home around 6 or 7pm. So I have 3 or 4 hours every night to do stuff. Consequently, I really treasure my weekends. If you get one of my weekends or nights, it means that I really think you're special. Also, writing all this out has made me realize once again that being a grownup and having a real job really sucks.