Not hung over (one glass of wine. ONE!!!!!!), but I could.not.sleep. last night. Tossed, turned, and really should’ve just gotten out of bed and y’know…read War and Peace or slept in the recliner or something.
And then Joe woke at 6am to go to the bathroom, and would NOT be persuaded to go back to sleep, or even snuggle up and lay still so *I* could sleep.
Y’know that squinty sand-in-the-eyes feeling? It hasn’t gone away and I’ve had a canned doubleshot and been awake for 3 hours.
ergh.