I seriously had a case of insomnia last night. Er, this morning? What do you call it when you get home around two in the morning and then don't fall asleep until six thirty?
Or maybe it wasn't insomnia. Maybe it was just winding down.
Either way, Zee was worried about me. I had to be awake again in six hours to get ready for my Saturday afternoon/evening shift - which I am currently at...
We had a discussion this morn- er, afternoon about energy drinks versus water. This is a common debate between us. She is pro-water (to the point of obsession), and I am pro-anythingelse (to the point of as long as it's not tasteless water).
Now, don't get me wrong. I do drink water. Not often, to be sure, but I can recognize when there's a thirst upon me that requires the quenching tastelessness of water.
I simply prefer sweet tea. Or gatorade.
In any case, it makes me smile a goofy grin when she gets all worried and concerned over me. It's wonderful to be loved.
Shift starts in a few minutes. Gonna drink this GATORADE...
...and then go fill up a cup of water to drink during my shift like I promised Zee.