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I have a love-hate relationship with sleep.

I love it 'cause it makes me feel better.

I hate it 'cause I would rather spend the time playing and not sleeping.

Playing has a very broad definition, of course.

I figgered this all out whilst laying abed trying to sleep last night... yeah, another pretty much sleepless night.

But I did everything right!

Took my pill... turned out the lights after clearing the bedroom of cats... tried to clear my mind....

The last part didn't work.

thinking, thinking, thinking... of the things that I could/should be doing instead of sleeping.

And I devised that my motive was impure... I'm a lot like a ten-year-old. I want to do everything, see everything, read everything.

Purely juvenile.

*NOT* a reality-based life here.

And here I pride myself on being reasonable.

But I voluntarily stay up 'til all hours reading. On the WWWW. The extra double-yew is for wonderful, of course.

Anyways, not much sleep, and I got up late.

Got to work on time, but I forgot my socks. Luckily, I lkeep an extra pair at work for just these mornings.

The weather was threatening when I got there, and I think that I was probably the last one to get into the building without getting soaked.

Giant thunderstorms rolled over most of the morning, then some in the afternoon, and some tonight even....

When I can hear thunder from the CT room, you know that it's really close, heh.

I was in the scan room today, and it was a pretty good day... except for when the scanner quit working. I'm glad that we have a coupla more coming, this one's about wqorn out.

Went by Walgreens after work, and got some baby ASA for Mom and took it up to her... it was nice seeing her, as always. I really need to get in the habit of going by on my way home from work every day....

So, here it is, almost 02:00, and I'm still up. I've gotta get to the post office tomorrow to pick up a package before noon, and I want to get some other stuff done around here.

I did get the kitchen kinda cleaned up today, though.

go to bed, Doug.

OK.