Sleep when you're dead.

What I wore: Shoes, Minnetonka. Shorts, Express. Top, Forever 21. Earrings, AE. 

Normally, I'm a girl who doesn't need sleep. 

Ten hours, eight hours, five hours...all the same to me. 

But it's hump day and we're sleep deprived over here in the Dickherber household. 

And by sleep deprived, I mean we're delirious, drooling zombies.

Why? First and foremost, we've been having entirely too much fun lately.

Ryan's family left yesterday after spending a week with us, which meant lots of 

walking, sight-seeing and activities. Oh, and lots of riding in the car.  

Who knew sitting in traffic could be so exhausting? 

And at the end of a long day out, do I climb into bed and drift off to sleep at an early hour?

Of course not. Because for the past week and a half my life has revolved around Olympic
gymnastics, which doesn't air on the West coast until 8 PM or later.
So I've been spending my nights glued to the TV, shoveling down sugary desserts to keep me awake and waiting for Bob Costas to show me some gymnastics already (oh, how I
hate waiting). And once the competition is over, I'm too wired with secondhand
adrenaline and nerves to fall asleep, and I end up mindlessly surfing the Internet
until my brain melts and I fall asleep, well past my bedtime.  

Finally, it's tough to sleep well when it's one thousand degrees in your bedroom.
And by one thousand degrees, I mean 70. And by that, I mean to say that I'm becoming
awfully picky about what constitutes beautiful weather. But that's beside the point.
The point is, it's hot enough to sleep without a cover, but sleeping without a blanket
means I'm exposing myself to attacks by ax murderers (because everyone knows blankets
 somehow provide magical protection from monsters...right?
I can't be the only one who lives by this insane logic).
It's a dilemma. A sweaty dilemma that's adding to my sleeplessness. 

 But last night I turned off my alarm and looked forward to
one blissfully long morning of sleep. Naturally, I woke up early. Just ten minutes after my alarm
would have woken me. And no matter what I tried, I couldn't fall back asleep.
I have a day full of laundry, cleaning and catching up on writing ahead of me
before my Dad and brother arrive. Tomorrow.
I can sleep when I'm dead, right?