Can you see the time stamp? Can you? Well, if you can't, i'll tell you....it's 2:25 in the morning, and I am sitting at my computer. My husband is fast asleep in bed, but I'm sitting here. Why am I not snuggled up beside my husband, you may ask? Well, if you can come up with an answer, give me a call and let me know. All I know is that Mary'll be up in a while, I'm tired, but I can't sleep. Oh, and every time I lay down, my sinuses clog up like something else. I suppose I could try to sleep, but it's just so frustrating to lay there on the bed, tossing and turning while time passes and Ian snores peacefully. It's almost better to sit here and fight the sleep which I know won't come if I try for it. Much More Music is playing some good video's tonight anyways...
If I get tired enough, I'll sleep well tomorrow, right?
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1 comment:
Think of it as an opportunity -- if he's a really sound sleeper, you could find out what he looks like dressed up in various kinds of outfits.
Or maybe not.
Seriously, I hope the sandman catches up with you. Tired is no fun.
Andrew
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