Wishin I Could Count Some Sheep

Bored to tears at the moment.

I had ABSOLUTELY no sleep last night. My stress is high with no relief in sight and I have looked back on the most important issues in life at the moment and I realized I have not shed one tear. So, needing a good cry, I rented The English Patient, for 3 reasons; Ralph-Hot-Ass-McGee-Fiennes, Colin Firth and I needed to cry. I had only gotten through 1/2 of it when the Academy Awards came on. Watched that whole thing that was over at midnight and then watched the rest of my movie. Not 1 tear shed. I fear I am now Ice Bitch.

Tried to go to sleep at 2:00 and got up 3 times before 2:25 due to temperature inconsistency. It was snowing outside, the heat was on, my toes were cold and the rest of me felt like I had been in a third world country sweat shop for a little over a week with no food or water or fans or windows.

Finally got comfortable and my roommate came home, scared the hell out of me, I screamed "Momma!" which scared the hell out of him and then we just stared at each other for an eternal minute while the cats hid under the bed, but not before one of them created a gaping wound across my chest during the mayhem.

It is now 3:15 and I decide to go make myself some British Hot Chocolate and make it with milk and cream. This just made my mind alert and my body completely useless and begging me to allow it to be the noodle it wants to be. But my mind wanted to sit there and play Sudoku. After solving 11 Expert puzzles, I was ready to go to bed. It was then 5:10.

At 5:25 I had to get up and pick up the entire contents of my purse as my little cat thought that is where she wanted to sleep for the remainder of the night, so she scratched everything out one by one and crawled to the bottom. One by one meaning each separate coin, each separate cough drop, each separate piece of anything.

5:57; I have 48 minutes before my alarm goes off. Now my mind is insisting on sleep and my body is too busy kicking my own ass for not being a noodle when it told me to. I am so stupid at this point, I drooled. I always told my best friend "Never go to bed ugly." I thought it was in case there was an emergency and hunky firemen would have to kick the door down or someone may for once on their life be spontaneous and decide he needed to see me in the dead of night. I always put on lipstick before I go to bed. I now know why. It is for when people may see me in this state and then they would say "Poor, poor Ricki. She is so sleepy and pitiful, she is drooling. But that is the best fucking red lipstick I have ever seen."

Time to get up. Got in the shower which usually invigorates me a bit. Nothin. Had the breakfast of champions - coffee and a ciggy - still nothin. Dried my hair and got dressed. Went outside in the snow - nothin.

4:46 pm - still nothin. I am fixin to go home, make supper and watch 24. Then, I have a pain killer with my name on it and I am going to crash.

I am sorry I have nothing more exciting to write about than my lack of sleep, which is enough to put anyone to sleep. Except me.