Perchance To Dream

Two days blend into one when you spend most of the night wide awake. Squinting at the blackberry. Counting down the hours until you absolutely MUST get out of bed. At least it went by quickly.

My day consisted of nausea flavored with a splitting headache. At some point I come out of this gray cloud of semi-sleep and I'm standing in the Uniform Control restroom, at work. Don't really remember getting dressed or driving. But I'm standing at work, wondering if I went already or if I'm waiting to pee.

Wrapped up Friday with a few beers and some nummy Indian food at the Clay Oven. And I still can't sleep. Don't even feel the urge. So I just type and hope it brings me closer to sleep. Perchance to dream.