I've got a bit on insomnia going again. This of course throws my whole routine into disarray. Instead of operating during normal working hours, I spend half the night puttering around and half the day pushing the snooze button on my mobile.
It wouldn't be so bad if I were in any way productive during these late night hours. I could be cleaning my room, working for my job, commenting on the countless blogs I read/stalk, blogging myself, or plowing through an inch or two of the immense stack of reading I need to catch up on. (Remember how I'm going to graduate school?)
Instead, I clock an embarrassing number of hours on Facebook, IMDB, Google Reader, and the BBC iPlayer.
I know this bad habit I'm forming is mostly my fault, but as was helpfully pointed out to me yesterday in Sunday school, passing the buck was one of the natural man's tendencies from pretty much the very beginning...
So I'm more than happy to split the blame with the fact that there's basically perpetual darkness in London this time of year. The weather man says it's getting a little lighter every day, but until I can kick this habit and see for myself what can I say? I suppose only this:
I don't believe him. And winter just isn't my season...