Oddly Reminiscent

I'm tucked under the covers, scolding myself for not getting to bed earlier.

Yes, it's 9:37. It's true: I go to sleep between 9 and 10pm. Or, at least, I try to. Because, you see, when one wakes up at 4:15 each morning to work a full day's mentally taxing/emotionally draining work, one just needs those 7 hours of sleep. Especially when one is going to work a 30 hour shift the following day. And is no longer a young sprightly thing in her early twenties.

So.

I had a thought as I was brushing my teeth at 9:10 to prepare for my 9:30 bedtime:

This lifestyle is like living a long-distance relationship, only we actually live in the same house. When I lived in Philly and Eric lived in LA, we would talk for awhile before my bedtime (Eastern midnight/1am), and after I went to sleep Eric would hang out and do nighttime things until his bedtime (3 hours later at Pacific midnight/1am). I would wake up several hours later and go to work, thinking fondly of my boyfriend who was fast asleep, yet to wake up for work.

Our life now:
We work out/exercise/hang out/watch TV/putz around for a couple of hours after work, then I go to bed at my bedtime (Eastern 9pm), and after I go to sleep Eric hangs out/does nighttime things until his bedtime (3 hours later at Eastern Pacific midnight/1am). I wake up at 4:15 and stealthily (erm, clumsily) get dressed in the dark, attempting not to wake my boyfriend who is fast asleep, yet to wake up for work.

It's like, the same!! Isn't that a cool/terrible/interesting/ironic twist of fate?

In other news, our CSA is totally freakin' awesome. It's a good thing I love onions. This week will be Adventures With Scapes week at Chez Kim-Signoff.
In other other news, the Shred has gotten substantially easier, but I still hate Jillian.




(To be completely honest, I would actually prefer 8 hour of sleep, but an 8pm bedtime is just not realistic. I would have to eat in my sleep.)