woke up with that song in my head this morning...
Sleeping has become this bloody battleground. I take the stance of someone working in prevention. No caffeine, no naps, lie in the dark and recite the states in the U.S, in alphabetical order, etc, etc.
Alas, I'm no better for it, thus far.
I've called a truce and am having a party for my two puppies, with fried chicken and pepsi. All they get to do is chill out with me while I watch Law & Order and snuggle when they're tired. Buckley is currently trying to finish off the last of the little deadite collection I had gotten last week. Seems the pit witch wasn't enough.
I get a message this afternoon advising I should look at today's edition of the local paper. So I did. Turns out one of my paintings I have in a local exhibit was featured in the arts write-up.
It feels guilty to feel good, sometimes.
I'll get over it.
Anyway, back to the front.