The pleasures of insomnia

For the past several nights, I've been sleeping like a baby.

No, really. I sleep for a couple of hours, then I'm up every hour through the rest of the night.

This sleep deprivation thing isn't good for someone that needs to get 6 - 8 hours of sleep every night, to stay out of "the seizure danger zone". Considering all other circumstances, right now, the deck is highly stacked against me, which isn't good at all.


I need to get off my ass and call the doctor - get some better allergy meds (wheezing, coughing and congestion don't exactly help me sleep). And I just need to get past this move - then the biggest stressor will be gone.

(no subject)

Dear Grumpy Old Man Client -

Go ahead, summon the Hounds of Hell to do your evil bidding. See if I care.

At this point, I'm so stressed, and so near my breaking point, that your being pissed off over my predecessor's ineptitude will only roll off my back.

I'll just smile and grit my teeth. Take down your information and put you near the top of my queue - just so I'm not taking your bullshit stürm-und-drang home with me tonight.

Remind myself that there's more to life than someone who seems to feel like a total suck on my life-force. That not everyone is a jackass that tells me that I'm lucky that they opened their mail today. (Ooooh - shower me in confetti, willya?)

No Love. Ever.

Me