Crap. Crappity crap crap. Last night I took some when-all-else-fails sleeping tablets. They didn’t work. After lying restlessly in bed for 45 minutes, I got up and read and watched hockey highlights on the news.

Apparently I’m immune to the stuff.

This morning I trudged into work at 10:15, late again. Tomorrow I might as well just show up early and forget even bother trying to get any sleep.

Also forgot I had a doctor’s appointment today, so I couldn’t go to the gym. And tomorrow I leave early to pick up the kids, so I won’t be gym’ing then either.

Crappity crap.

On a better note, yesterday after work I picked up my car from the garage tune-up without any surprises. I drove home, carried Pinky into the bedroom to have my way with her, then made supper for the two of us -- tuna casserole. Then I managed to spend an hour writing guitar parts for one of the songs we’re recording. This was the only time this week I’ve spent on music. I totally get cf’s frustration at never being able to get around to making the time for important projects.

Sucks that we have to work for a living, eh?

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