At Some Point I’ll Just Doze Off. Right?

I’ve been suffering from an unusual bout of insomnia.  Well, unusual for me.  I’m sure this is pretty much the same experience regular sufferers of insomnia go through.  I’m a really good sleeper usually.

I’ve had a LOT of stuff on my mind lately: my regular day job is sucking my soul dry and causing no small amount of stress. 

Also, MY AGENT has my book with eight editors – all at the big publishing houses.  I swear to God, every single time my head hits the pillow, I begin having fantasies that involve Avon Publishing.  A person just can’t go to sleep with that scenario running around in their head.

Ava’s husband is still working on my lap top to see how much of the missing middle of Dalton’s book he can recover.  I need to work on that, but understandably I should think, I don’t want to take off with it if any of the data is recoverable.  So I lay in bed and Dalton and Olivia harass me whenever they can get a word in between Avon and MY AGENT discussing the auction of my book.

And my husband’s snoring has ramped up to Richter scale proportions.

And I’m hungry because I’m dieting and bitter about it.

On Thursday night sleep was not forthcoming.  No matter what I did.  The following is a list of things I did while the rest of my house slumbered.

• I got in bed no less than three times.  My tossing and turning and loud, frustrated exhaling was annoying me and I was sure it would disturb My Honey so I kept getting back out of bed.

• I tried the couch twice.  No dice.

• I cruised the Internet.  Often.  There was nothing on.  I don’t understand why I continue to pay the cable bill.

• I called in a prescription renewal at midnight.

• I read.  I’m sure that’s shocking

• At 2:00 I found Sense & Sensibility on cable.  That was exciting.

• I let the dog in and out about 97 times.

• I oiled the bathroom door.  The squeaking had been driving me crazy so I finally got around to doing something about it.  

• At 3:30 I emailed a really cute jacket to Ava.

When 4:15 rolled around, I gave myself a very stern talking-to.  It was either now or never.  So I went to work on 2 hours of sleep.  My Honey and I had a nasty fight at Costco of all places.

I’m quite sure it was due to 6 hours of sleep in the last 67.  In fact, I feel quite sleepy now at 11:11 Sunday evening.  What do you suppose the odds are I’ll go right to sleep?