Travel weary

It wasn't my original intention to book an afternoon train to St Louis. Even when flying, I always try to travel in the morning. That way, if something goes pear-shaped, there's plenty of time to sort it out. And when you're talking about a trip which takes six hours minimum, you want as much time to spare as you can get. But if there's anything that will trump my sense of caution, it's my cheapness, and this was the most reasonably-priced option available.

Of course, it's not without its advantages. For instance, I'll be able to do something completely novel and meet up with monshu for lunch before I head to the station, which is only a couple blocks from where he works. And that still gives me the whole morning to pack, play with the kitty, make chai and Irish oatmeal for breakfast. But of course, the most luxurious benefit of all is getting to sleep in.

I always sleep badly when I have to get up early; paranoia about oversleeping just permeates me until I'm worriedly checking the time every time I open my eyes. Not to mention the fact that I was up until almost midnight checking and rechecking that I've assembled everything I might want to go into my baggage. It's especially annoying because I don't sleep well in transit and it's immensely frustrating to have all the time tailor-made for getting some reading done and not being able to keep one's eyes open.

Not this time: I was in bed by 10 p.m., asleep shortly after, and I laid there until 8 a.m., hoping to drop again but only dozing. And yet? I still feel too sleepy to read.

Conclusion: I am just a whiner baby who always wants a nap.