Breathe

Have had "Breathe" by Michelle Branch stuck in my head all night. See the pretty cool video at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQQZSL_tVsE&feature=channel

It's not unpleasant, slightly calming actually. It's almost five a.m. and I have no idea why I'm not sleepy. With my schedule normally consisting of constantly running around with no time to sleep, eat or even think, usually the moment I get back to my room, I pull off my pants and fall into bed. I often don't even make it under the covers. So it's strange to still feel a slight surge of energy. I feel like I should be reading my Bible or doing something similarly productive and self-advancing.

That probably isn't going to happen. My Bible is in my car (and not only would I have to put on pants to obtain it, but it's below freezing outside) and I'm between books, the next of the series that I'm reading ('The Dresden Files' by Jim Butcher, I'm on White Night[a truly excellent series, pick it up]) is still in the possession of it's owner, the lovely Sarah Crump (who I would like to congratulate for winning this year's NaNoWriMo [support the cause - I'm going for it one of these years]) She got me thoroughly hooked on Harry Dresden and continually prods me to wake up and go to Tae Kwon Do with her. (She'll kick your ass, have red hair and talk pretty doin' it people-- triple threat.)