I so wish I could sleep right now. Two sleeping pills and still no dice. A little generally foggy, but still wide awake.
So here I sit, watching Heroes reruns on Sci-Fi, and hoping my husband didn't notice me get out of bed a few minutes ago. See, he had this horrible dream about me last night that was in part due to his worry about why my sleep schedule is so screwed up, and I wanted to try and go to bed around the same time he did to help ease his mind a little.
Dammit.
One sheep... two sheep... three sheep... fehhh.
UPDATE: How funny is it that I totally just remembered that the bed we have is, in fact a Serta mattress. Maybe we should sue those sheep for misrepresentation. Oy.
