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My cat likes to sleep on my chest. When she starts to purr I can feel my blood pressure fall and I’m drifting off to sleep. Unfortunately she likes to go outside around 2:30 or 3:00 and wakes me by screaming in my face. I’m up for the rest of the night.

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Thankfully she's cute!

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My being a late night person began when I didn"t do my homework. Staying up late delayed the morning and facing the music. Compounding the problem was my stint working at the Pizza Wagon, famously owned by the Peterman family. Work till early morning, play golf at dawn, sleep the rest of the day, and repeat.

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A recipe for a perfect summer

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It was!

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There are times when there's something magical about being up at 3:30 in the morning. You can feel like you're the only person in the world and your imagination seems to expand to fill the emptiness around you. Then again, there are times when all that imagination can think about are whatever struggles you're dealing with at the moment, and those tend to expand, too. It can be tough, but sunrise usually does a nice job of shrinking them back to a more manageable size.

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Couldn't agree more, but man do those hours between 3 and sunrise feel like they take forever sometimes

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Oh God, that can be so true!

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A fellow insomniac! Clever and funny as always!💕💕

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Thank you so much for reading!

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