Every night, I tell myself, tonight I’ll get to bed at a reasonable time.

Every night, suddenly, it’s midnight and I’m still at the computer.

And that means, I still need to give Ollie his medicine and food for the night.

I still need to give Leo his treats.

I still need to clean the cat box.

I still need to take my bedtime pill.

I still need to check my blood sugar.

I still need to do my insulin injection.

And that means I’m going to be really tired in the morning.

Fuck.

Why do I do this every night?

It’s not like I’m doing anything important.

Well, sometimes, I am – sometimes I have a blog post that needs writing.  If I don’t do that, it’s going to fester in my mind until I finally go to sleep; and then be totally gone in the morning.  Because that’s what my brain on sleep does – eats stuff I want to remember.  Tasty stuff.

But more often, I’m just playing some games, checking FaceBook, stuff like that.

And I’ve always been a bit of a night owl.

And even though I know I should go to bed, I have that teeny bit of rebel in me that says:  you’re not the boss of me.  Except I am.

Tonight, I’m actually a bit ahead of schedule, so maybe I’ll make it to bed by eleven.

That means I can read in bed for an hour – or two or ….

Fuck.