I covered for a co-worker this morning, arriving at 6:00 am. Instead of napping when arriving home from work, I went with Hubby to pick-up fun things for tonight. As we unloaded the groceries, the bag holding the sparkling white wine broke. The green bottle shattered at my feet, soaking my black Converse and pants.

Yeah, 2007, fuck you too.

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I went to bed last night and to sleep last night at 9:00 PM.

I am a sad person. I blame my job.

I am old. It was bound to happen.

*sighs* Even my subconscious isn't applying itself. I dreamt of Pushing Daisies all night long.

I want pie. Damn you, not just any ol' pie. Zombie fruit pie like on that show.

Twelve hours of sleep. I only woke once when the alarm went off for my son. He went to do a scientific presentation for the Girl Scouts with his Robotics team.

Twelve hours of sleep. I feel like another person somehow, unsure what to do with my day.

Twelve hours of sleep. I almost want to do it again.

4:45 am - too goddamn early for anyone to be awake! What is wrong with people who need work done now? Are they insane or just cruel?