you know how when you're a little kid, even when you're exhausted, all you want to do is stay up? why is that? and why, as an adult, do i still feel that way? i just don't have anyone forcing me to brush my teeth and get under the covers. i've been tired since 10:30. yet, here we are, two hours later. everything seems much more important when you're supposed to be sleeping. yes! i must pick up those dirty clothes that have been laying there for days. yes, i must start building my scrapbook. yes, i must file that paperwork that i can't complete without calling 10 people who work during normal daytime hours and therefore i won't get anywhere on it tonight.
i re-read the first 50 pages or so of Blue Like Jazz the other day, and in it Donald Miller says something about Satan's huge plan to derail the world is not to dress up in bull horns and torment people, but rather to get everyone wasting time. i've been thinking about that a lot. how am i spending my time? am i wasting my days away? as i lay awake checking facebook for the umpteenth time in between trying on clothes in my closet and creating a huge mess that will keep me awake until the wee hours of tomorrow morning when i decide to clean it all up again... the answer seems like a resounding, "yes." upon further reflection, it's not always like this. but right now....
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