Biggest sleepyhead ever, title awarded

I don’t know what is is with me and sleeping. But I never ever can get enough, especially at those times when I really really need to stay awake. Picture if you will having your loved ones leave you for the evening, Valentines Day as it where, with the request to meet them again at 3:30 AM. A tad late/early, perhaps yes, but this being a weekend messing with sleep are so happening anyways. Being a good girl… erhm… knowing myself I should say… I set the alarm clock two hours early figuring that I could avoid the usual routine of waking up staring at a clock being, you guessed it, two hours late. I’m no fan of worm breakfasts, so I don’t give a damn how clever those obsessive early birds are. From my point of view they have all the time in the world to consider a little lay town to just rest their eyes for a sec… 

so…

given that…

Above you see me pouting watching my angels pictures in my bedroom the morning after trying to shed the dark clouds by playing with my thinking bubble, the first build I dare to showe to the world.

Never ever promise yourself not to do certain things…

… it’s the best way to make them happen. So here I am knee deep into the process of being stuck with a blog to maintain on top of two lifes extraordinaire. Ah well, sleep is overrated in the first place so here goes nothing.