By all rights, I should be asleep. The baby is asleep. He curled up at a perfectly reasonable and non-insomniac 9:30pm and is now snoozing peacefully at my side. He’s very cute, my kid. I like him immensely.
The insomnia thing, though, I could do without. I am tired. I am in bed. The cats have been fed, the dishes done, the important e-mails returned and the appropriate files uploaded. Yet do I sleep? I do not. I HAVE THINGS TO DO, PEOPLE. THINGS. THERE WILL BE TIME TO SLEEP WHEN I AM DEAD.
Maybe I’ll go downstairs and have a Calm pill.
In other news, I think I have PMS.