I've become one... I think. Well, maybe not really, but for me - definitely.
I've ALWAYS been out cold as soon as my head hits the pillow - dead to the world. For a good 2 weeks now I've been staring at the ceiling. Or the cats. (Who often stare back - kinda creepy) I think my internal clock is refusing to accept East Coast time...hmm...subliminal messages, maybe?
Of course, I've never been fond of change. I mean, this coming from the girl that every summer before the next school year started I would tell my mom, "Mom, I don't wanna go to Kindergarten. I wanna stay in Preschool." Next year; "Mom, I don't wanna go to 1st Grade. I wanna stay in Kindergarten." And so on, and so forth.
