zzzzzzzzzzzz, NOT!

Precious sleep eludes me, this week.
It's like my body has decided that it wants me to walk around, feeling kind of tired. And go to work that way.
I'm fine, for the first oh, ten hours of the shift? Then wham! I start to really hate the monitor, the noise, and most of the people around me. Because I want nothing more than to go home and sleep! But I can't, because I have to finish my shift.
I know what's going to happen. Tomorrow, my first day off? I'll sleep the whole thing. My body will decide I need to. Then I'll be up all night tomorrow night when I could have been sleeping.
It's not fair, I tell you.
But I have no scintillating plans, tomorrow. Newman is spending quality time with his daughter this week, and I wouldn't dream of interfering with that. The most I have to do is go to the dollar store and see if they have any good decor for a 40th birthday party. Vulturish, "your getting old" stuff. Middle sister wants to find an old walker and mount a gun rack to it for him.
My sister recommended that I get him movie tickets for his birthday. Sounds like an excellent idea. Though now, DK has got me thinking about Obama wrapping paper for them. . .