It's after 2am, and I'm awake. Not only am I awake, I've been awake this whole evening and I'm not even that tired. Tomorrow's going to be such a bitch, but more so is going to be next Monday when I'm expected to go back to work and I haven't figured how to get this insomnia thing under control.
When I complain about my lack of sleep, I feel like such a baby because generally (except for tonight), I'm falling asleep around midnight or 12:30, and I get a solid 6 hours of sleep a night. When I say it that way, what the heck am I complaining about? But I NEED MORE. I really need to be falling asleep at 10pm and getting a full 7.5 to 8, and then getting up an hour earlier than I do so that I can actually get to work on time instead of scraping in right before my boss does so I can feign being to work on time. This right here - it's not working.
Plus, it would really help if I could hit the gym or go for a run before work instead of my lunchtime. I miss reading on my lunch. I'm on my third season of Grey's Anatomy but I haven't even read more than two pages of my book club book (or any other for that matter). I read 16 books in March, and I haven't even read the first chapter of one this month!
I'm enjoying my vacation, generally. Monday was purely exhausting. I drove my mom and both children two hours south to spend time with all her relatives for the afternoon and then drove her back. I love my relatives, but I don't really feel that I have much in common with them. They're all very nice, albeit loud and opinionated, but the moment I hit the other side of the bridge my blood pressure rises. What is it about certain cities that just drive you nuts?
Tuesday I spent most of the day watching Netflix and enjoying the rainy weather. I wanted to run but I woke up after the clouds broke so I was SOL ... and didn't get dressed until the afternoon. Ran errands, had lunch at Tijuana Flats (yum, chicken flautas ... how does anyone ever order anything else there?)
Wednesday we have plans to have brunch and go to an afternoon baseball game ... second date in one month! And it's not even a third of the way through! How's that for good news? Hopefully maybe I'll wear myself out and sleep will find me. I miss sleep. He's being a far too elusive friend.
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Oh dear. If I don't get at least 8 hours I am literally a bear. I've been known to bite my husband's head clean off for waking me up in the middle of the night just to tell me it was snowing.
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