A VHS Morning

So I got home last night from my best friend's house around 10:30. I had a thought that wouldn't go away rolling around in my head, so I tried to research an answer. Didn't really find the answer I wanted, so I went to bed around 11:20, which means I didn't fall asleep until probably close to midnight. Then, around 1:45 a.m., a loud clanging crash from my bedroom woke me up. My heart was seriously about to beat out of my chest because I had absolutely no idea what had happened [coupled with the fact that I have to wake up slowly in the morning, so my sit-up-straight-in-bed-terrified act doubled my pulse, I do believe]. I knew I hadn't moved, knocking something off the bed, and I didn't hear the cats scurrying [guiltily] around in the bathroom, but I knew that I was "safe" because I hadn't heard my bedroom door or the bathroom door open. But that was definitely enough to keep me wide awake for at least an hour, and since I left all my weekend work to the last minute, I had to get up WAY before the buttcrack of dawn to get that done. Boo.

So here I am, sitting at my desk, dog-tired and superduper hungry since I've been awake more this morning than my body's used to. A great start to a Monday morning. Wahoo!!

And it was just something in my closet that had fallen over. . .