Still Tired

My dad just got up to start his Monday, and I'm still trying to end my Sunday. And the sun is starting to come up.

The worst part of all of this is that no one can tell me what is wrong with me. It's 4 am now, and I actually feel more awake than I have all day. Maybe I should actually be giving some serious thought to the idea that I should work at night. What could I do? Why do all my thoughts lead to being a bartender or some bar related activity?

Shall I try sleeping? Do I even know how to do that anymore? Maybe I need to go to school to learn to sleep (I've always slept well in school)? Maybe that's what the sleep psychiatrist will do for me? Maybe I shouldn't ask so many questions. And just maybe I shouldn't use maybe so much in my sentences.

Now I'm just getting strange.