... raise your hand if DEAD TIRED.

I regert setting the alarm this morning.

I've got too much fire-related adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I'll probably be crashing in an hour or so.

Trade your adrenaline for my sleepiness.

deal... holy cow it's working already- I just yawned.

Laga, I hope you're OK and that you got some sleep.

I'm off to the highlight of my year - the Greenbelt festival. So excited. Have a good weekend, all!

Thanks for the links, dcp!

And talking to strange boys can lead to sex?

This has not been my experience. Damn it.

I hope you get a chance to rest, Laga.

I haven't taken Ambien. However, the wellbutrin is either causing some interesting dreams or making me more likely to remember them. Dad returned from his grave as a cross-dressing zombie in last night's REM-fest.

Laga, -ma to your family and everyone affected by the fires.

I have never taken ambien. I can get loopy enough on benadryl, so I don't want to chance it. My insomnia alternates with periods where all I want to do is sleep. I'm dealing with the latter right now, and the gronk is so strong.

Laga, sorry I wasn't around for the hand-holding, but I finally caved and took an Advil PM to try to get some sleep. Had the weird dreams, but it was at least sleep. And they were nice weird dreams. As in hot guys weird dreams. And gingerbread Pop-Tarts. And that was only on half a dose of Advil PM.

Yeah, I'm a drooling idiot on OTC meds. Half a dose of Day-Quil knocks my on my ass.

I've taken Ambien a couple of times, but I don't remember any wacky side-effects. Which is par for the course. The heavy duty narcotics they gave me after surgery didn't leave me all that whacked out either. Made me sleepy, but not overly so.

I'll sit over in the bizarre body chemistry corner with StuntHusband.

Ryan had his 4-month vaccinations today, the poor noodle. It's one oral vaccine and two shots. The first shot, he didn't even cry. He wailed a bit after the second one, but settled very quickly. We are weighing up the possibility that our baby is a mutant.

He has, however, been practising his pouting. He can get some very convincing lower lip action going when he feels he's not receiving the attention he's due. This is quite awesome. Wallybee blames me for some reason. (She also blames me for his raspberry-blowing hobby.)

I went to bed cranky and woke up cranky. We share a driveway with our neighbors and we all agreed to have a drainage issue fixed, but the fix the guy came up with has ended up with us having all the water drain onto our property. Every time, the guy has told us what he intends to do, I say "that will mean the water will go here, and that's not acceptable" and he tells me I'm wrong. Next rainstorm proves I'm right. I am not the daughter of a geotechnical engineer for nothin'.

Anyway, yesterday I came home to a muddy ditch that he dug, when we agreed on a swale. I suspect he thinks I don't know what a swale is, but he is about to find out how wrong he is.