Night Owl.

Okay, so as much as I'd love to draw this post out to every minuscule detail (I do love details) ...I can't. I am much too tired and brain dead for any of that. I feel dead. Well, the term "dead on my feet" is how I feel. Ugh.

So I bought the book last night. I was able to hang out at Wal-Mart with two of my good friends, along with all the other excited teenage girls, for the book. A vendor, I never did catch her name, was the one who first introduced us to the books. First she set up a small table and laid out a bag of buttons and a stack of stickers -all of them Breaking Dawn Themed. I grabbed three of each -hey I had family-fans. ;) Well, it was fun waiting and all. The book was tons bigger than I expected. It's more like the new Webster's Dictionary than a teen novel. It's huge! So yeah, I drove home in torture at the idea that I had to wait the whole fifteen minutes to drive home before I could sink my teeth into the book. It took a surprising amount of concentration to keep from speeding all the way home.

Anyway, blah, blah, blah. I got home, changed into my jamies, got comfortable on the couch and just read. I was careful to leave the living room light on as well as the bright lamp in the corner. I didn't want to risk falling asleep, not to mention ruining my eyes. Well, one o'clock rolled around, and I surprisingly wasn't tired. Then one turned into three, barely noticed, and then when six thirty rolled around I shut the book. I wasn't close to being done, but I was getting really tired. It wouldn't hurt if I just shut my eyes for a few minutes. I could see the sun peaking in through the blinds and I was sure I wouldn't sleep for very long anyway. Well, just as soon as the book was safely tucked at my side, my eyelids fell like a ton of bricks. I was out. I was out cold. I think the word "unconscious" wouldn't be at all far from reality. I woke up an hour later though afraid that I would sleep in too late.

So yeah, now, aside from my ever burning eyes, my senses and muscles are all but completely dead. I can hardly move. I hurts to hold anything. Even holding my fork at breakfast was too much for my weak state. Holy Cow. I can hardly stand without staggering or having to brace myself against a wall. Ungh. Work is going to be fun. Sure. Sure.

I've never pulled an all-nighter before. Today would be the first, and I still didn't technically do it. I was curious to see how my body would handle it. Obviously, it isn't doing too well. Not only am I the weakest link, but my emotions are all out of whack. I don't even know how to handle myself! ...Man, I am so tired. Anyway, the book is going good. I can't really say that I'm "enjoying it". I am at a very interesting part in it though. I'll be sure and let you know my honest opinion of it just as soon as I finish. I don't seem to be getting any farther into it than I was six hours ago, but that's okay. I'll finish it eventually. Probably Sunday, if luck has me.

I have work this afternoon and I don't get off until very late. And if my calculations are correct by the time I get home tonight I'll have pulled a solid forty hours of being awake, of course, with the exception of that one hour. So thirty-nine.

I guess this has taught me at least one thing:
Julia + Sleep Deprivation = Totally Not Good.