I'm Wide Awake, It's...3:00am

And so it is. 3:00am. again. I've been waking up at 3:00am nearly every night (morning) for the past couple of weeks. My eyes fly open like those cartoon characters who have window-shades for eyelids ("thup-thup-thup-thup-thup-thup"). This time I was dreaming that I was writing HTML links...except it was this recursive series of links, one link linking to the next without end...and the links vaguely had something to do with... CHEERLEADING. (gasp!) And intermixed with the linking were numerous other thoughts about some things I'm working on at work that I couldn't even begin to describe here. My head hurts. This has been one of those weekends where you wish you could push the big "reset" button and start over. It all started Friday night (or more precisely at 3:00am Saturday morning) with a big glass of water, some Advil, and the thought that I should have had just one fewer martinis at dinner. Not hungover, but knowing that I could have started the day feeling just a tad better. Skipped out on my final sewing class. (The teacher said on the first day, "You'll either love it or hate it." I guess I have my answer.) Then Beau almost ate the 5-year-old girl that we were babysitting for a friend...at least according to my spouse, who I'm sure must be greatly exaggerating the story. (He isn't near as big as he looks in the picture, still less than 45 lbs., and if you knew the little girl, you'd think she'd probably have eaten him first.) Next was the Saturday football game where two parents made my head want to explode. (One was the infamous MFH, the other one of those crazed psycho-moms up in the stands who felt compelled to come down and SCREAM at the 4-foot tall cheerleaders for unknowingly continuing their cheer while a player was injured on the field...no matter that the girls can't even SEE over the helmet-and-pad-covered football players lined up on the sidelines which completely block our view of the field...bitch!) There are a few other things, but I must admit there's some self-censoring going on here (mostly about family members who wouldn't appreciate reading my inner monologue, should it have anything to do with them). Time to start that super-secret other blog... Oh well, I guess I should go try to attempt Sleep, Part 2. Hopefully this blog post has put the HTML demons to rest for the night. (yawn)

[Edit: 6:00am - After I wrote the above post, I went to bed and fell asleep again. This time I dreamed that my cell phone was ringing, and when I flipped open my phone to answer it, the caller ID on the phone said, "My Imperfect Offering" -- my blog was CALLING ME! It was damn scary. I'm not kidding.]