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Sometimes I'm just too stupid for my own good. *groans*
Went early to bed (well, midnight, that's pretty early on a Saturday night) so I would be fresh and productive today. While I was waiting for hubby to finish getting ready for bed (I swear, he takes forever in the bathroom. What is he doing in there?) I picked up one of many books my mom lent me some time ago and skimmed through the first chapter.
Three and a half hours later I forced myself to put it down. Took forever to fall asleep and when I did I dreamt horrible things about what happened in the book. Woke up every few hours to pee and then fell right back into the same dreams.
I am now exhausted, achy and depressed from dreaming about child molestation all night. Why do I do this to myself? Why!?!
*goes to make coffee and read some schmoop*
Went early to bed (well, midnight, that's pretty early on a Saturday night) so I would be fresh and productive today. While I was waiting for hubby to finish getting ready for bed (I swear, he takes forever in the bathroom. What is he doing in there?) I picked up one of many books my mom lent me some time ago and skimmed through the first chapter.
Three and a half hours later I forced myself to put it down. Took forever to fall asleep and when I did I dreamt horrible things about what happened in the book. Woke up every few hours to pee and then fell right back into the same dreams.
I am now exhausted, achy and depressed from dreaming about child molestation all night. Why do I do this to myself? Why!?!
*goes to make coffee and read some schmoop*