6:00am. Damnit.

Fine, insomnia. Fuck you. You win. I'll quit pretending that I might catch a nap before going to work.

S4 isn't even snoring, he's being perfectly, quietly, enviably asleep. Every bitsy sound echoes. Ocassionally the elevator gets called and it sounds like some crazy machinery out of LOST. My muscles are all twitchy from derby practice. I'm not stressed out about any particular thing, but my brain keeps darting from thing to thing instead of relaxing and sleeping. When I am thinking instead of sleeping, apparently I am metabolizing, too, 'cause I'm hungry again, which just just gives my mind something else to focus on. Damnit.

On the plus side, I'm getting better at sudoku.

Have a beer for Springboard!

The Minnesota Rollergirls are guest bartenders for charity tomorrow night at Station 4. This week is especially near and dear for me 'cause the charity is my workplace. If you come down and drink between 8 and 10, your tips and a portion of the drink sales will go to Springboard. I won't be bartending (I offered, but I did it already and other girls need to fulfill charity requirements) but I'll be there, so come hang out with me and drink for a good cause. There's bands playing, so there's a cover charge, but they'll waive it if you tell them you're there for the rollergirls. I don't know why that wouldn't be enough for you, but if it isn't, there's also Pirates of the Caribbean pinball!