the fact that it’s nearly 12:30 and that i’m still awake must be a testament, despite my pubscent peter brady like voice, that i am winning the battle against the plague (though i must boast, i have not opened the greenbag starburst jellybeans yet). it’s a damn shame too, because i was getting really good at sleeping. i was sleeping a lot. but here i am awake after midnight on a school night. some people will never learn, i suppose.

it’s not totally my fault. i had good intentions of being asleep well before the day changed from sunday to monday. but then i went to bed and curled into Amy Bloom’s Love Invents Us. i love Amy Bloom. she writes just so beautifully about fucked up lonely people, and makes it so real that it just rivets you to the page. this novel isn’t even her best work (that’d be her book of short stories Come to Me) and yet i stayed awake, long past my bedtime, to finish it. i stayed awake to finish this book, even though i’ve read it (twice) before. i think there must be some sort of name for this disorder. a name for this compulsion to stay up reading and reading and reading (friday night i was up until 2 finishing up the still un-fucking-believable The Great Gatsby even though i had to be at the bowling alley by 8 a.m.) when it’s in your best interests to put the book down, close your eyes and cuddle with your imaginary lover until you drift off to sleep. if there isn’t currently a name for this disorder, i want it named after me. i want it to be called something like the JodiChromeySupergenius Won’t Sleep for Reading Syndrome or something like that, and some day when millions are afflicted and there are support groups and shit. i want there to be like a Memorial Day (or arbor day or flag day or some day) telethon hosted by Scott Baio to raise money to study this disorder and look for a cure.