Eureka!

It is 1:06 AM and I am wiiiiiiiide awake. It may have something to do with the venti caramel macchiato I had after dinner, but anyhoo.

Most of the time, venti or no venti, I am a night owl. My most creative moments are at 2:00 AM. My most productive house cleaning is after midnight. And, all of the epiphanies of my life have occurred after everyone else is asleep.

I absolutely hate mornings. No, really. I don't want to hold back. I really do hate them. Coffee just doesn't do the trick. Diet Coke won't work either. I realize that if I were sleeping at the wee hours of the morning instead of blogging, hot gluing, or solving world hunger, that I may actually feel rested during the day.

I have been this way since childhood- all but the coffee and the Diet Coke part. Mama always had a hard time waking me up. Even the smell of fried bologna and grits cooking wouldn't work.

So, tonight, during one of my epiphanies, I realized something.

Ya'll, I am a possum.

Think about it. I am tired during the day. And at night, during my most wakeful moments, I am foraging for food in the frig. ( ice cream, leftover potato salad...) At first I thought that I may be a raccoon. But, the circles around my eyes are dark, not white. And, I think having a prehensile tail would be pretty cool.

It could be worse. I could wake up in Kafka's The Metamorphosis and then get stepped on by a big shoe...