Insomnia

I'm about to faceplant into my keyboard. I don't know if it's that wacky hour change or what, but insomnia has set in for me this week and it's going to make me cry.

This morning I made it all the way to the subway station when I realized I still had my laundry with me and had to backtrack a block to drop it off. Making me late for work. Of course.

And now I'm having a hard time remembering how to spell my name. Which is why insomnia is never as good as I think it will be. In my mind it seems like a great chance to catch up on things. Since I can't sleep I might as well get work and chores done. But the lack of sleep makes me a moron so I really don't get much done. Well, I don't get much done right.

See, I'm babbling now. I think tonight I'm taking some dolls. No choice. And maybe digging out My Antonia. Don't care how many awards it's won, that puppy ALWAYS puts me to sleep. Or it did in high school...