this sleep thing will be the end of me...

So dramatic, I know. Cami, shut up already about daylight savings time, I know. It is drawing all the energy out of me. I haven't been able to GET to sleep at a normal time, but I still have to wake up just as early. Then there is the coughing. OH THE COUGHING. Please coughing stop... While I lay there still awake trying to will myself to reset like my clock I hear poor little K's coughing, which is better than it was but still enough to drive me into a worry spiral that further prevents the sweet release of sleep.

Have I ever mentioned that I love sleeping? I know many people only sleep because they have to. Not me. I sleep because it is SO wonderful. I love sleep. I have always loved it. When I was a little girl K's age I would come home from school and take a nap. I big lovely nap. Everyday my mom would come in to wake me up and I would be the biggest grump ON THE PLANET because I wanted to sleep some more.

I slept in. I slept and slept. Not because I was depressed or unhappy, because I love to sleep. I have fantastic dreams, vibrant vivid dreams that I relish and delve into and remember.

Funny thing about not sleeping. When I don't sleep I don't get to dream. I miss dreaming. I miss sleeping.

I have walked through today like a zombie barely making it through the tasks I have set before me. And believe me people, there is so much before me to do. I haven't been able to concentrate. Caffeine isn't helping. I can't remember anything. I am messed up from lack of quality sleep. When I finally did fall asleep I swear I woke up every 30 minutes. I need sleep!

Tonight my goal is to sleep. In bed. By 10 pm. Not watching a movie. Not staying up to see the Daily Show. Sleep.

SLEEP!

sleeeeeeep...

(please)