Not sure what the exact quote was that Mr. Vader told one of his minions in the (said with a snooty french accent ala Eddie Izzard) Star Wars tril-o-gy, but I’m sure I’m not too far off.

I normally don’t like staying up late or just being awake in the wee hours of the morning, I tend to be unhappy, grumpy and disgruntled in a generalized way. I think I attribute my sense of indignation at being awake at this hour to a nightly ritual of actually sleeping when bedtime comes around for the last 30 years.

I think sometime this month without my knowledge or consent my body has decided, “What the fuck do I care what that guy wants?” and left me weary and tired and unfortunately wide awake and suffering from some sort of anxiety disorder thingy ma-jobby probably brought about by a nearly 2 year air of “will I have my job tomorrow” atmosphere.

I’ve taken no steps to remedy my sleep situation yet other than the occasional, “Gawd, this sucks monkey balls.” while I surf the web at 3a.m.