Went to bed around 11:30ish last night and then stared and stared and stared at the clock.
Pulled out Chain of Command: The Road from 9/11 to Abu Garib to read in an effort to fall asleep.
Mistake. Just got pissed off.
Meanwhile, I've got herbal sleep aids, Nytequill, and all other fine things available to help me fall asleep.
Did I use them?
No. It's like I forgot I had them.
Gave up around 5 a.m. and called 'rents (who were supposed to do lunch today) and began whining about utter lack of sleep.
Plans put on hold to see if I'd actually get some sleep and told to call them at 11 a.m.
I finally crashed at 8:30 a.m. or so...and woke up a half-hour a go when 'rents called to see how I was feeling.
Like shit, thanks.
Anyway, everything hurts and I can't concentrate. Sleeping all day is kinda out of the question because, honestly? Don't need to be up all night tonight either.
So, in short order, will crawl over of pizzaria one block away to grab a sub (fresh air and too shaky to trust myself near an open flame), crawl back home, install self on couch with book, Bend It Like Beckham, and Dead Like Me S1 discs from Netflix.
I figure I'll maybe nap two hours this afternoon (wait, is it almost 1 p.m. already?) and then crawl into bed for the night somewhere between 6 p.m. and 8 p.m.
Yeah, so. Sleepless night sucks. Have no freakin' clue what happened there.