Sleepless in Ottawa
It is 5:00 am in the bloody morning on a Sunday, and I cannot sleep. I didn't fall asleep until well after 1:00 am.
I have been plagued by nightmares all night, only fragments of which do I remember.
I feel tired, I feel grumpy, and my back is aching like nobody's business.
The only good news is that I have croissant and café au lait awaiting me for breakfast later this morning.
In the meantime, I've managed to do some sorting out of All For One: Régime Diabolique gaming stuff, and can now see a fragment of my round table in the den. So at least I've accomplished *something* this bloody Sunday am.
I'm going back to bed and see if I can catch a nap or whatever.
I have been plagued by nightmares all night, only fragments of which do I remember.
I feel tired, I feel grumpy, and my back is aching like nobody's business.
The only good news is that I have croissant and café au lait awaiting me for breakfast later this morning.
In the meantime, I've managed to do some sorting out of All For One: Régime Diabolique gaming stuff, and can now see a fragment of my round table in the den. So at least I've accomplished *something* this bloody Sunday am.
I'm going back to bed and see if I can catch a nap or whatever.