Yawn

This morning yours truly is writing to you on barely 4 hours of shut eye. I played with JC last night, actually I played with his frickin computer that refused to cooperate and then called it quits, but was in bed by 11p.
Around 2:45am my phone rings (I leave the ringer on in case an emergency arises). I pick up the phone w/o noting the caller ID figuring anyone calling at this hour is in desperate need of assitance or munchies.
A groggy me croaks out "Hello?" and lo and behold my pal KB is on the line, live from LA, to regale me with his adventures while at some convention...not exaclty imminent danger...
What's odder still is that I've hardly spoken to him in weeks, almost months, and yet he chooses 3am this morning to call me?!
I would not have minded the entire incident were it not for the fact that 15 min. later I could not fall asleep. An hour later I still could not fall asleep and my tummy was growling. A piece of toast and another hour of trying and I was still wide awake. I read for a while but that proved useless so I eventually hoisted my sorry butt out of bed, ate breakfast and hit the gym.
Thus I sit at my desk, my brain functioning only well enough to blab on the blog, and itching for some starbucks, which will have to wait since I have a 9:00a apt. .