It's 3:48 a.m. in Seattle. Why, you ask, is this of significance?
Because I am awake. No, I have not been awake all night. I actually tried to go to bed. I woke up an hour ago and have not been able to get back to sleep.
I've tried tweezing stray leg hairs. I did push ups and crunches. I thought about reading, but would have to start a new book, as I just finished my last one. I read my horoscope. I read my one new e-mail. I thought about my son's trick of drinking warm milk, but that makes me sick.
So I'm here, writing this post, and PO'd. Because the only thing I like better than, say, the obvious things (diamonds, massages, dark-haired exotic movie stars) . . . is sleep.
Yesterday was the start of my "official" busy season. I worked in the office until 8:30 p.m. last night, came home, and put in another couple hours of work. I NEED my sleep.
Instead, I'm sitting here wide awake.
Just call me "Sleepless In Seattle" - tomorrow (tonight?) you'll probably be calling me "Exhausted".