This doesn't usually happen...

but I had crazy bad insomnia last night. And for the last couple of days too. It's because I have an unfamiliar room (even though it was mine in high school), a totally different bed, the lighting outside is too bright sometimes, I'm trying to get on a decent sleeping schedule, and according to Wikipedia, if I drink too much during the day or right before bed, that doesn't help either.

Well, sheesh. Trying to drink more and sleep better means worse sleep or none at all.

No sleep doesn't work when I have to babysit for three and a half hours starting at seven-thirty in the morning. And this is a very energetic baby who has just learned to crawl, I might add. I'm just the aunt. I don't have the mom muscles or energy.  Also, I have quasi-panic attacks when drool and poop enter the scene.

But she's asleep in her morning nap now. And I am thinking in a whisper. Typing in a whisper. Tip-toeing in a whisper.

Also, I'm going to die. Of a headache. And a stomachache. And general exhaustion.

Please say nice things at my funeral.

On the plus side--I wrote two long letters yesterday, and am planning to write a couple more today. Only if I don't die, of course. Which I'm going to.