Up early? No friggin way. I don’t do early. If you know me, you know that mornings are not my cup of tea. I love to sleep in. I love to sleep, period. Problem is the older I get, the more of an insomniac I become. I know this, everyone that knows me knows this. Ambien works great, when you take it. Or I guess I should say, when I take it. Because for the past 2 nights, I haven’t and now here I sit with probably around 4 hours of sleep in my system in the last 48 hours or so. I’m so stupid tired it’s not even funny. But, don’t take the medicine early enough, then I don’t want to get up in the morning (at all) and that’s not really an option since I’m a mom and all. So, I think I’m tired enough that I will just go to bed. What EVER.

I have laid in bed and watched everything Hillary Clinton has had to say about her “stepping down”, and everything O-stoopid-bama has had to say about being the next president. I am so sick of them I could puke. No wait, that was last week. Last week, puking. This week, insomnia. I can’t keep it straight anymore.

My point was, before I was rudely interrupted, I cannot sleep. I guess that’s the whole point of being an insomniac, right? Not sleeping? Haha. Did I mention that I’m seriously STUPID tired? Tired enough that I think the word stupid is going to be mentioned a record breaking stupid number of times in this post.

I worked on this blog layout, which is simple at it’s best, but I’ve been working on the parts you can’t really see, hoping to make it run like a Lexus. Then when I couldn’t stare at anymore code or I thought I might go blind, I tried to sleep and that was when I OD’d on Billary and Osama. Now, I’m back and not making any stupid sense. How ya like that? But see, I have to be somewhere this morning. I know, right? Just perfect. I have to make a public appearance, and actually (literally) interact with other Homo Sapiens briefly in THIS state of mind.

Whatever. I’m stupid right now. Please excuse me.

Background music – do I have any right now? Oh yes, there it is. It bothers me very little that my musical taste has been compared to that of a 16 year old, because I enjoy it. Especially when others do not. (T!!)

I need to start blogging my photography, I have been getting some good shots lately and learning a lot of new Photoshop tricks that are also contributing to my (stupid) insomnia.

Can I just end this, like this? I need to. I’m done.

Later, gator.

(edited to add: PS – Happy Anniversary to me! – Holy – What? – The end.  Literally!)