...in fact... I might be so bold to say that I really, really dislike Mr. Insomnia. He visits me when I really need to sleep, when I need to get up really early. He's very persistent saying "what about this? what about that? do you hear how loud your husbands C-pap is?"
I try yelling at him which only makes the dog bark and Steve thrash about so his C-pap becomes even louder.
I try reasoning with him but no matter what I say he obnoxiously points out the negatives.
So then I try to trick him and go to the kitchen to get a drink of water or come into my office to use the computer and he pretends he has gone.
I just know he is laying in wait, drooling on my pillow, messing up the sheets and when I go back to bed he'll jump out and scream very meanly "SURPRISE"
...so I think I'll just stay here a little longer until he gets bored and goes home.
Anyway, just thought I'd tell you that insomnia is not my friend at all.
In fact, he's just really a jerk.
The Sad Historians of the Pensive Plain
9 hours ago