Since Saturday night, I haven't been sleeping well. All week, I would lie there staring at the ceiling for who knows how long, and then when I'd finally go to sleep, I'd have annoying dreams that would wake me back up, requiring fifteen minutes of staring at the ceiling again.
Today, I got so tired in the afternoon that it started making me feel physically ill. If you've ever stayed awake so long it made you feel sick, you know the feeling I'm talking about. So I skipped Kung Fu to come home and crash for two hours instead. That certainly helped me feel better, but it ate a big chunk of my evening. Alas, that's just the way it is.
Hmm. I seem to remember I had other stuff I was going to say here, but I've forgotten what it was. Oh well. G'nite then!