I don't know where the time is going, anymore. Maybe it's because lately I've been sleeping later and later. I sleep all the time, now, except when I have bouts of insomnia, but they seem infrequent. My psychiatrist thinks that my sleepiness might be the pills, but I don't know. I've always been one to like sleep. It's my favorite pastime next to the naughty things that also take place frequently in beds.

That's not entirely true. I like sex, but it doesn't rule my mind. I'd like to say it does because so many people expect it of a guy, but it's just not true. I can take it or leave it, as needed. No, that's not entirely true, either. I don't know what my feeling is about sex, except that I should have more of it, or some, at any rate. C'mon, ladies, I might not be the most attractive man on the block but I make up for it in the effort department.

Seriously, though, this may be an amusing side-track, but it's a side-track. I was talking about time, my lack of it, and my sleep habits . . .

I don't know why I've always liked to sleep so much. Maybe because I like to dream. Maybe there's something (mildly) medically wrong with me that makes me tired all the time. I do know that caffeine doesn't exactly help. It keeps me up, but then I just need to sleep longer into the next afternoon. I also know that it's seriously eating into my time availability and that's a problem.

I should be returning books to the library right now, but here I am writing in my diary. I had a psychiatrist appointment today that I almost slept through Work is eating up most of my non-sleep time. I don't drive, kats and kittens. Never have. Never even owned a driver's license. So I have to take the bus to work, which means: Add an extra three hours onto my work day for travel.

At least I get to read. That's the nice thing about the bus, the reading.

I should see a doctor about my sleep habits, but I don't have the money to do that. I've been told by those who have slept next to me that I might have sleep apnea (Did I spell that right? Yes, I did. Yay, Dictionary.com!), which means I stop breathing while I sleep. It would also explain why I never really feel rested, because it keeps you from getting a proper night's sleep. But, alas, getting diagnosed and treated for that is wickedly expensive and I don't even have insurance that would cover it.

Stupid, lousy health industry. I could happily kick in a lot of heads if I thought it would change the ways of the people in charge of it. Why can't we be more like Canada, where everyone has government-run health-care? I understand it's not perfect, but it would be a damn sight better than the crappy system we have over on this side of the border.

Anyway, that's all for me for now. More later, my favorite looky-Lous and Sues.