Well crap.

I feel like I should have been more tired than I actually felt yesterday... not falling asleep until 4:30 AM due to the shifted hours of the nine-day vaca. But I made it. I got to bed at a reasonable 12:30 AM last night, and... woke up before my alarm went off?! This really, really confuses me. I know I went through a few good REM cycles as I had a semi-effed-up dream where I actually tried to toss and turn to see if I was dreaming or awake, and I actually thought I was awake. I did this again in the dream, this time waking up with an "oh shit, phew" kind of feeling. Strange...

So yesterday I was talking to M about my vacation of what-I-would-call guilty-pleasure vacation (mostly the no exercise thing) and with herself in a similar after-vacation/New Year's-weekend-is-coming-up situation, she suggested I should just say eff-it and wait until the new year. Great, one of the most ambitious people I have ever met in terms of working out has given me advice to indulge in a little more fun. I have to admit, it's probably going to happen with my tentative weekend schedule: New Year's Eve party at friend's downtown on Wednesday, hockey championship celebratory beer bash on Friday (something I pretty much have to go to if I want to stay on that team, great, just great), and good friend's birthday downtown on Saturday. IMO, I should either A) succumb to the minimal amount of peer pressure, stay in on New Year's and Saturday, and only attend the hockey thing, or B) DO EVERYTHING.

I'm pretty sure I know what's going to happen. January 4th through, oh, let's say 15th, are ALL now committed to exercise. You know, if I choose B)...