Stupid Fucking Insomnia

It is 3:30 A.M. I am coming off of three days of absolute exhaustion. I am going on a road trip vacation in three days. The needy ball of chatty energy that is my Isobel is at home from school until then, and I need to find some way to entertain her. I also need to be able to wrap my head around the extremely complicated pee and poo collection for Leelo's DAN! tests, which I will need to start in the morning and complete over the next two days, and FedEx off before our departure. I NEED TO SLEEP.

I tried ovaltine and warm milk. I tried sex. I tried watching TV.

What I suspect is happening: penance. The after effects of raiding Iz's school party Halloween candy cache.

I will now try to sleep anyhow. I wish Seymour wasn't such a light sleeper--otherwise I could read myself to dreamland in my own comfy bed. Or at least lay in my bed and read until dawn.