I don't get hit with the insomnia demon often, but when it does hit, it's not friendly. I spent a good 6 hours lying in bed staring at the ceiling last night. I should have given up and just got up, spent my waking hours writing or doing something constructive since the result was the same - by 6 a.m. when I should have been getting up for work, I hadn't slept more than an hour or two - far fewer than I need to be able to function without falling over. So I called in sick, and finally fell asleep, not to be awakened until several hours later by the sharp little teeth of a Boo nibbling on my chin.
So, I'm awake now. I need to get my laundry done. And eat. Maybe set that fire I was wanting yesterday. I should also go to the bank and deposit Michael's rent and my rebate check.
But I'm still sleepy. I see myself napping later.
So, I'm awake now. I need to get my laundry done. And eat. Maybe set that fire I was wanting yesterday. I should also go to the bank and deposit Michael's rent and my rebate check.
But I'm still sleepy. I see myself napping later.