3:52 Ugh. Roll over. Toss off the covers. Too hot: body furiously burning off gin.

5:32 Momentary amusement at the numerical anagram, but it just won’t do. I was hoping for something in the 9’s, maybe the 8’s in a pinch.

6:20 I give up. Hard as I try to bash my circadian rhythms into submission by means of alcohol and sleep deprivation, it wins out every time. I’m awake. No meaningful hope for any more sleep.

(transcribed off a sheet of note paper from the Sea View Inn)

It’s this way every time I visit LA. I plow through my time there, pushing myself onto crazy left coast time by sheer force of will, staying up late, getting up early and ending up generally exhausted when I get home. I had the luxury of a couple kid-free days when I got home this time. Small blessings.