I swear to G-d I am going to lock up the frig and cabinets with padlocks. Last night was the last night before I came back to work (and online life) after a four day mini vacation. Half for my birthday, half for my sanity. I pushed myself to go to bed and Jake decided to stay up. That's my first clue. When he finally came to bed sometime after midnight the sleep kicking began. AGAIN. Jake loves to snack right before bed. Unfortunately that usually makes him have funky dreams which make him restless. Last night he must have been dreaming he joined the Rockets. I'd wake him up and he'd go right back to kicking. By three AM he awoke me from a break up dream and I figured it was a sign. I grabbed my pillow and an extra blanket and headed for the couch. It's real comfy to sit on, but a killer if you lay down. Now I'm up with aches and pains from here to eternity and tired as hell. They're going to love my disposition at work.

I don't get it. I go to bed at 8:30pm and still feel like shit when I wake up at 5:30am. I just think we're not meant to get up that early. Period. I take multivitimins, plus an extra B12 and still move like the dead. I don't even want to think about that 'I'm just getting old' mind set, either. I loathe when people start talking like that. You might as well plop yourself in a rocker and drink prune juice all day. My new friend from SU, Joepa, seems to be burning the candle at both ends every night and still manages to drag his ass to work and be productive. When I took those classes on Thursday nights I thought I was going to die Friday morning. I used to have so much fun.... *sigh* Time for another change. Soon... Soon...