Scary.....

So I finally fall asleep at 2:30ish - I hate the time change ... of course I'm thinking I'm ok, cuz well I took a two hour nap at 8pm (which btw was BRILLIANT) and so I'm gonna be ok.

No, no I'm not.

I'm so tired today that I'm walking into walls and people and tripping over footprints which is enough to make anyone feel super cool but then I've got the doctors heckling me. It's not nice to laugh and point, people!

I had a point to this rambling what was it...

OH yeah! So I wake up from a horrible awful nightmare that was just ridiculous but terrifying (e.g. ben in that clown outfit and jon with tenticles growing out of his neck ha ha I almost wrote testicles hee) and I scott (ha ha) sorry SCOOT across the ben (damnit this is getting perverted cuz I can't type worth a fuck today) BED to find my husband - but husband is no there!! where husband? I crack one very bloodshot eye open to see the computer room lit up and husband obviously in playing. *sigh* fine. I don't care. I'm tired. go back to sleep. 20 minutes of tossing and turning later I march my attitude problem in there to yell at him to go to sleeeeeep and that his clickity clacking is keeping me awake. He tells me that he HAD to track a package and that he needed to find out where it was. I tell him that I don't care what he's doing with his package and that he better stop looking at internet porn and go to bed. HA I told HIM!

*sigh*