Yeargh!

I am up late from being out late. It's 10:11pm on a Wednesday. DH and I went to see HP and had pancakes at IHOP, because we're awesome. I can barely keep my eyes open.

When did I get so old? Although I'm a morning person by nature and prefer to go to bed early, I could stay up and rock the wee hours with the best of them not too long ago. I probably wouldn't be married to the guy I'm married to if not for many hours of Space Ghost Coast to Coast and Red Dwarf to provide safe conversation launching points. I think it's the lack of adrenaline. Staying up late with a hot guy I'm not sure finds me tempting enough to break up with his current crazy girlfriend? Exciting enough to keep me awake after he leaves. Knowing that he breaks up with her and the one after her and marries me? Wonderful, but knowing how the story ends kind of takes away the thrill. I'm making peace with my matins-keeping inner clock but intend to make more of an effort to go out dancing into the wee hours. On the weekends, when I can take a nap the next day. I still need to sleep and have the energy to exercise. I don't know if my sore adductors today are from Jazzercise or the adjustment my chiropractor made. I'll Jazzercise again tomorrow and see if it repeats, then we'll have evidence.