I'm not a person that requires a lot of sleep.

If someone asks me if I'm a morning person or a night person, I say, "both". 

I get creative at night.  It's when I wind down, get focused and feel the urge to create (which is unfortunate because I'm usually lacking at least two or three of the main ingredients I need for said creation and can't simply tricky-trot to the store at 1:00 AM to get it).

But I thoroughly enjoy my mornings too.  A new day is like a clean slate...something to look forward to.  I'm not someone who can sleep late.  I want to get the party started and that ain't gonna happen if I'm unconsciously drooling on my pillow.

Therein lies a problem.  As my mother would say, I'm trying to "burn the candle at both ends".  This does not typically work well.

Last night I couldn't sleep for reasons I won't bore you with.  Suffice it to say that I was angry...angry at who or what is irrelevant.  So I took my anger out on my laundry and also read a great book about a woman with an overactive imagination.

The laundry and the book was finished by 3:30 AM. and so was I.

I would just like to point out that operating on little or no sleep causes weird things to happen to my body.  I feel slightly drugged...light-headed.  Things are occasionally blurry, but oddly enough it also creates an interesting feeling of contentment.  I really can't be bothered with any real issues or concerns simply because I'm too tired to react to them.  Everything is in slow motion.  I like it.

I've been working this evening in this state of mental exhaustion on a shoot I did for a long-time friend of mine.

So I'm about half way through with their session.  I hope to finish it up tomorrow and I've also got the promised sneak peeks of the twin senior session I did a few dazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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