Cass - get some sleep . Things won't be better , but they will have their place

And in other insomnia news, even having guests doesn't help, as they eventually wear out and want to sleep. Weaklings, feh!

Cass, you know how to reach me. Anytime, dear one. Venting pain is of the good.

Cass, we're here. And I've done the fugue state, back with the worst breakup of my life in 1976. The things that would have been easier than that are beyond telling. I'm so sorry. This stuff bites.

Must to catboxes go a-cleaning, and then into bed a-falling, or some damned thing.

Or not.

Count me in on the insomnia. I had a two hour nap this afternoon. I needed it then, but am paying for it now.

I'm trying to psyche myself for a three-hour nap Sunday night being all I get until Monday afternoon.

That doesn't sound fun, Deb. I hope you can get some extra sleep on Saturday and Sunday.

Tomorrow is a major, major cleanup. That includes going early to Home Depot and buying a power washer for my very own. The front steps, thanks to the heavy rains, are all algaed again. That must change tomorrow. Also, clean the living bejesus out of the rest of the house - I mean, man, this is live television, eleven million viewers or thereabouts.

Sunday is all day pampering and shopping, which will be fun, but which - alas - does not include nap time.

And I'll still be doing better than, say, Graham, who will not bother going to bed Sunday night.

I should take some meds and flop. Flopping is good.

::checks clock. tweedles thumbs. whistles innocently...:

Good morning all. Glad most of you are doing well, thoughts to those who are not.

Deb, I had dinner with Roz last night (as well as a bunch of livejournal people) and we wandered around Camden Town together. She says hello; we spoke of you briefly. I didn't realise you'd told her to watch out for me. ::grin::

I've got a couple recent pictures of me if you've happened to forget what my face looks like. Or wondered how I look ensnared in a winter coat. No new haircuts or hair anything, really--my hair has actually gotten quite long.

Steph, new broadband? Exciting! Here's hoping you use AIM more so I can talk to you.

And let me reiterate how weirdly cool I find it that this is the second day in a row the guy in the town crier's outfit has sat near me in the internet cafe. Today he kind of rumbled at me in an old smoker's voice. Hee.