Manic Sunday

Ok, so last night I went to bed at 8:30. 

Not p.m., A.M. 

At about 10:15 a.m. my husband woke me up because I was asleep in my daughter Clara's bed and he wasn't sure why.  I was mad at him the night before and I didn't want to forget, so I slept alone -- get my logic?  If I wake up in a different place then I'll remember I was mad at him as soon as I get up!  Otherwise as soon as he gives me the little good morning kisses on my neck that I just looooove I will forget I was angry in the first place, nevermind what it was that originally pissed me off...  Hmmm...  I'll have to figure out a way so I can remember that too...

Now it's 2:47 am and I'm writing.  I'VE SLEPT 1:45 HOURS AND I AM STILL AWAKE, NO NAPS, NO CAFFEINE, NO DRUGS, NOTHING.  I don't exactly know what's going on at the moment, but I just can't stop.  I've feel like Jeff Goldblum in the beginning of "The Fly"...  I talk and talk and have all this energy, and even though my body is tired, my mind won't let it rest.  bUt i WoN't TrY tO cLiMb tHe WaLlS eVEn tHoUGh I fEeL LiKE it.

Why is this happening you might be wondering...?

I think the above is why.  I just started a new medicine and it's just rrrreeeeaallllllly messing with me.  Or it could be the impending move to L.A. which will happen either Tuesday or Wednesday, whenever I finally get enough rest to drive.

Ok, new thought coming in.  Gotta start a new entry.