I had this awful moment last night.

I had worked until closing at my waitressing job. I got home and watched the Emmy Awards with my sister. Then it had happened.

I got my second wind.

I knew it at that point I was going to be up for another few hours, and I was going to get hungry.

Do you know that moment I am talking about? That moment when you realize, "I should have gone to sleep a long time ago because you had become hungry as if it was breakfast time already?"

It is a slippery slope. You can fight against the adrenaline you have when you get home, just go to sleep despite the desire to sit up and watch television or read or whatever until you get "sleepy." But it seems every single time I choose to do the opposite, ending in ... an undesirable hunger.

At that point, I never know what to do.  Should I go downstairs... brave the dark and get some food to subside  the empty stomach syndrome?  Or should I just ignore it and go to sleep? Well the latter never works and I don't have any sleeping pills on hand.

This is how the argument in my head always ends. Might as well go downstairs and get some food then.