I am counting sheep in my sleep. Even this isn’t sufficient to help me fall asleep. Not with what is going on in the room next to me. Not while I feel like crap. It’s pretty random and all of the sudden, but this icky feeling I have is just enough to put me in a sour mood. I hate being sick and not get what I want. And, what I want is to be sleeping. I would be sleeping, but my friends are here – loud and playing Euchre. To be fair, we all had made plans yesterday, but in my sick state (and my need to vent), I can rant about how badly I wish they would leave so I can just… sleep. I’ll hand it to them, although they are getting more and more intoxicated as the night progresses, they were being respectful and keeping it down. But, all my senses are magnified x1000 so even them whispering kept me awake. Now I’m here in the living room surfing the web and listening to them get more and more drunk (and more and more audible). Eh, I’m not really mad at them. I’m just tired and cranky and feeling like soot and poo. Blehhhhh.
Filed under: Family/Friends, Life | Tagged: friends, insomnia, sick
