In bed with myself...

And my thoughts. And quite frankly, it is mighty damn crowded.

"The best cure for insomnia is a Monday morning." -Author Unknown

There are few things in life I hate more than not being able to sleep. Cottage cheese, for one. Oysters are another. And high gas prices.

But I digress. It's nearly midnight on Sunday, the day before my week of madness starts with all sorts of work commitments, on top of my impending move next week and just general madness in my world. I am unable to turn my mind off- it just keeps spinning, and spinning. I'm playing the "what if" game, and second-guessing everything I accomplished this weekend. "Well maybe I should have..." and "I wonder what would happen if I..." Seriously, I've spent about two hours on Facebook uploading five albums worth of pictures. Checked my personal email three times, and written two. Had a phone conversation, laid here and looked at the ceiling and the wall, and listened to Faith Hill's "Cry" album twice all the way through. Did some song lyric searching on google, read Post Secrets for this week, and did a little online banking. And still, I lay awake.

It's so funny how you can be wide awake at night, which would imply that you are not needing sleep, and then you are so damn tired in the morning you can't lift your head. Funny how you seem to need sleep far more in the morning hours than in the night ones. Not really funny "haha", but funny weird.

I guess it's back to laying in the darkness, mulling over everything I need to get done tomorrow... and Tuesday... and... Ah. The madness. I love the nights when you fall asleep the second your head hits the pillow. Let's hope for one of those tomorrow night... sweet dreams, all. And sorry for the brief venture into my insanity.