It’s 12:30 am. I can’t sleep. I have to get up at 5 am. After my last post, I realized I left the paperwork for my Pre-Op appointment back on my desk at work. That required a 20 minute drive to pick it up and the twenty minute drive home. I hadn’t gotten home until nearly 8. By the time I got that chore done, it was 10. I have a crick in my neck from sleeping wrong this morning. That’s uncomfortable. I refuse to take Tylenol tonight. I do not want to do anything that will be detrimental on my Pre-Op tomorrow. So, what am I doing? Whining on the blog instead of trying to sleep.

Now that doesn’t make a bit of sense. I guess I’ll shut down, turn the calendars to March (it’s exciting seeing what pinup bears I get on my three polar bear calendars. The one at work is gorgeous. Yes, the wee part of me occupied by Inuit really gets into polar bears, but that was probably way too much information for you.), and drag myself back to bed to try to get some sleep.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. G’night, All.