I am headed into the 6th or 7th night with barely any sleep. And a couple of times this week, I have managed to ensure that Paul tosses and turns with me. I feel like a hung over drunken idiot because I am so tired.
Why can't I sleep? What is on my mind? Why do I feel this way and look like death warmed over - puffy red eyes, pale white sallow skin, frumpy - all because of lack SLLLLEEEEP. What an awful thought. I need a nap and it barely 8 am in the morning.
It's funny, I toss and turn and at around 5 AM I am just about to fall asleep when I know I have barely an hour to sleep. How sad is that. I can't even wirte anymore because I don't know what I am saying.
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