So after diligently journaling for almost around two weeks now, I have come up with a conclusion. Journaling=tired. It seems that every time I journal I am tired. I’m not sure if it’s the journaling that is making me tired or if I am already tired and then I start journaling. Maybe one day I’ll figure it out.

Despite the journal heading above, today is really Tuesday. I thought about journaling yesterday but as I previously mentioned, journaling=tired. I think it saps all the strength out of me or something. It could possibly have something to do with my poor sleeping habits. Allow me to explain. Since my waking schedule changes throughout the week with very little consistency, my sleeping patterns also change…sort of. On a normal night I can usually fall asleep around midnight. So far so good. However on Sundays I need to be at church so I try to wake up around 8:00am or so. On Mondays, I can sleep in until whenever so I don’t really care (more on this later). Every other Tuesday is an early wake up (hopefully by 7:30pm) and then a later wake up (maybe an hour later). Wednesdays are like the early Tuesdays and Thursdays are like the late Tuesdays. Fridays are like Mondays and Saturdays vary greatly depending on what’s going on Saturday morning or if there’s a good college football game that I want to watch. Got it?

So yesterday being Monday allowed me to sleep in late. Not being one to squander a good deal, I slept in to 1:00p! I had 11 hours of sleep. It was almost half the day. It truly was a great night’s rest and I even had a cool dream about going to an NFL training camp and being afraid of running. The problem was that there was a prayer rally at the Capitol this morning and I got volunteered (well, Jaclyn asked me really nicely) to lead worship. That meant that I had to be at the Capitol at 5:30am. But, since I slept for 11 hours the previous night I could not fall asleep last night at any decent hour. Therefore, on Sunday night I had like 11 hours of sleep and on Monday night I had 4. That brings me to my conclusion about being tired every time I journal.

The prayer rally was pretty cool. I heard that they were expecting 3000 (not a typo) people to show up. I counted from the stage around 150. I wonder who set that line wrong. That a fairly large margin of error on that one. It was probably for the better though since leading 150 into worship is probably a little more calming to me than leading 3k. I also way over prepared. I had like half an hour’s music worth to play and I ended up playing like four songs! I should’ve asked “Gray Cow” to play because she probably knows 4 songs. Wait, I did ask her, but she declined. At least she declined, the other singer girl Nikki was supposed to show up and didn’t so only me and Mikey sang and played (our drummer also bailed). It’s all good though. I already voted.

But now I sit here in the Hamilton library with a massive headache and I’m really tired. I want to go home. Too bad I told Sharyn I’d give her a ride home. If I hadn’t made such a foolish promise, I’d be at home already. Well her class ends in fifteen minutes so I guess I’ll start packing up. Until then.