I will tell you it was a weird weekend.
6:00 pm - left work
6:22 pm - fell asleep, still in my clothes
10:43 pm - woke up, brushed my teeth, decided to be productive
1:32 am - considered going back to sleep
1:33 am - started writing
5:59 am - actually went back to sleep
6:00 am - my fitbit alarm went off
9:18 am - woke up for the day
1:02 am - bedtime
8:15 am - woke up
10:23 pm - got ready for bed
10:26 pm - started doing family history
2:14 am - actually went to bed
6:46 am - woke up
And now it's 10:20 and I'm thinking I should really try to get myself back on a normal schedule and go to bed now so that I can wake up at 6:30 like I'm supposed to in order to have time to go for a walk, write, eat breakfast, and get ready before work.
Sadly, I have every reason to believe that this major disruption to my sleeping habits is entirely to do with the advent of wireless internet at my house last week.
Lesson to be learned: The internet never sleeps. You still should.
Also, family history work can wait. Those people have been dead for years. They won't mind if you leave it until the morning.
So without further ado I will "go to sleep at once." Just like Lord Goring.
I know it's random, but that's what I always tell myself to do in my journal when I stay up too late writing in them.
PS—If you haven't seen this movie or read the Oscar Wilde play, I highly recommend them both. Might even be worth staying up past your bedtime for. ;)