The good feelings of this weekend have mostly dissipated, replaced by the draining fatigue of a week of bad sleep and not enough of it.  I guess I need to sacrifice caffeine, for real.  I can get to sleep, but not stay there ( Read more... )

You probably have to have been 14 in a specific two or three year span to even remember Andy Gibb, but that was the chorus of one of his songs.  I wasn't even a fan, but my friend Sharon was ( Read more... )

My ambitions were small: to write a little and to walk on the treadmill, and go to bed early.

I still haven't seen the pilot of Sleepy Hollow. I kind of wanted to see that, too.

Was up 'til 1 am staring down the night hours. Finally went to bed.

Got up at 5 am. Have been up ever since.

I wanted to write tonight, but I don't think I can. I think I need to do the cat litter, brush my teeth, and go to bed.

If you follow me on Twitter, you would have read that I started off perky, started complaining of needing a nap, started complaining of feeling sick, and then discovered I had a temperature of 1.2 degrees above my normal. And then couldn't sleep, because of all the tea I'd drunk while trying to stay awake ( Read more... )

Not fed up with anything, not full of gripes, just a little lonely.  It's cold and grey outside and everybody I've called, just to chat, has been busy ( Read more... )

My head hurts.

I must second unfolded73 's recommendation of this.