I am almost incapable of staying up past 10 PM. I used to go to sleep only when the sun cracked the eastern sky. I have been a ridiculously neurotic insomniac since I can remember. And now? I am nodding off before the end of primetime. It's just a few minutes after 10 and I am SO sleepy.
I have this generally beige-colored life most of the time now, with a regular bed-time, daycare, naps, and sippy cups. A friend pointed out that I once snorted vodka off the bottom of a champagne glass, just to try it. Now...
It's just a bit of change, that's all.
I was once chased by a homeless man brandishing an iron (yes, a clothes iron, cord flailing) several blocks down Hollywood Boulevard in the middle of the night. I used to do things. I used to create my own adventures. Now... not so much.
I think I am due for a change. Maybe there is something in the wind.