maybe i'm obsessed with all things owl-y of late because i am a night owl. i love staying up late. and i am currently staying up late. it's now past 1 a.m. of course to my brain, it's only 7, so i'm not sure it counts...but anyway, back to my point. i LIKE staying up late. but it naturally follows that i don't like waking up early. and i do have to wake up early tomorrow, so it's actually pretty dumb to be up late like this...

being up late can make you start to think about strange things, like:
why are there two belts on this hotel bathrobe?why did they put that stupid (invisible) plastic cover over the glass so that i just poured water all over the hotel bathrobe with the two belts?aren't i lucky there's an emergency backup (dry) robe in the closet?why do i feel compelled to share this with the world?why am i so silly when i haven't even been drinking?perhaps i should have been drinking.i must have the coolest sister in the world because she just sent me an iPod Touch (right when i was about to go back and buy one tomorrow after i looked up the exchange rate).why did i bawl my eyes out on the plane while watching the bucket list when i am actually quite opposed to sentimentality?why can't i ever remember morgan freeman's name? i always think it's graham-something.why am i not sleeping?should i get a nikon or a canon?it's not environmentally correct to drink bottled water, but what if the tap water makes me sick?that was a delicous lobster and mango salad i had for dinner.i wonder if those fish in the tanks at the restaurant were decor or dinner?i wonder how i'll get along without a kitchen sink when i get home, since husband has torn it out in my absence.ditto the stove.maybe now is the right time to start a raw diet.can you appear to be normal in public and still eat a raw diet?why do they make erasers shaped like sushi?perhaps i should go to sleep now and spare us all this jetlagged chatter...