Oh, man, here she goes.

It is 5.28 a.m. Saturday, March 13th.

The sun has yet to rise, but Schimel has resurrected from Lucifer's layer.

Now, I was off the melatonin for a while, picked it back up a few days ago.

And I do find that it helps me sleep through the night

without waking up at the witching hour around 3 a.m. and having like a full just, the brain

doesn't turn off. It's just a spiral. I'm like, ooh, remember when he used to go to Staples?

Jelly pensions, grapes, farmers market. Let's go to the beach.

I love Santa Barbara. Like, I don't even, I can't even explain the mind racing that happens to me in the

middle of the night. So my only solution is to drug myself naturally, hence the melatonin. Now, does it give me

very dark, traumatic dreams? Yes, it does. Does it also maybe not have me wake up

during the witching hour, but maybe has me in a deeper, shorter sleep so that I wake like a

poltergeist at 5.14 a.m., basically every single night. Yes, it does. But I am a rise and grind kind of slut. So instead of

wallowing in my lethargia, I rise and I grind. Hence why on a Saturday at, oop, yep, 529 a.m., I am podcasting.

When I look over at Andrew, and he's sleeping so effortlessly,

so heavily, like just a happy sleeper. He smiles when he sleeps. And he puts both hands,

like prayer hands on his cheek. And I look at him and I, it really bothers me because I'm so jealous. So I woke up,

I go downstairs. I made myself my morning smoothie and I put it on the highest, highest setting,

because I wanted that fucker to make a lot of noise. Do I think it's going to wake Andrew up?

Of course not. The Northridge earthquake. Andrew could have been at the

epicenter of the Northridge earthquake or Hurricane Katrina or any other like kamikaze and he would never

fucking wake up. We're looking into it. I woke up and I started my morning because health is wealth

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