O sleep, O gentle sleep,
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my sense in forgetfulness?
~William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part I
It’s quite late and sleep is eluding me. Given my confirmed night owl status, this should not be a surprise as this is when my mind is usually racing with thoughts and ideas, but it is also frustrating given that I would like to get up a bit on the early side tomorrow. But I’m not particularly good at shutting off my brain, as evidenced by the ever flipping rolodex of thoughts whipping through it tonight.
Should the character in the piece I’m working on be married or just engaged when she finds out she’s being cheated on? (Don’t feel sorry for her, karma comes back and bites him in the ass and it’s all good.)
How long do you really have to stay in the Army when you enlist? Especially if there wasn’t this Iraq thing going on? (Yeah, I’ve checked military.com and stuff and can’t find a very clear answer. No, I’m not enlisting.)
What will be on the dinner table tomorrow night?
Would Welsh Rabbit be too much to go along with soup?
How much snow will we get?
Will Target have a decent enough selection of toaster ovens when I go over there to replace the one we have? If not, that’s going to suck, because I really don’t feel like hauling all over town to find one I like.
Why didn’t I notice that the window people hadn’t gotten back to me before they closed for the evening?
I wish the dog believed me when I tell him “Nope, sorry, can’t go out – it’s dark. If it’s dark it means the outside has gone away for the night.” Though if I ever have children, I may try it on them and see if they believe it.
Exactly what kind of drugs leads you to have a site dedicated to watching cheddar cheese age? Because frankly, I can’t see a sober mind coming up with that one. But, they’re probably sleeping well.