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So, I was going to be all good last night. Go to bed early, since I had to get moving early enough to get my Swap pal package to the post office before I got in big trouble for not sending it out on time.
Yeah right.
Got caught up in a fight to the finish on Scrabulous with Mr. Wiley (he kicked my ASS), so got to bed late. Like, well past midnight late.
Then, at 4:30, I wake to hear a little knock on my door. Widget, who's woken up and can't get back to sleep because she keeps thinking "scary thoughts about her book." She crawls in, I instantly overheat, cuddle her for the next half hour and finally convince her to go back to bed. Walk her across the hall, tuck her in and come back to bed to lie there awake.
Somehow, I still managed the up and out early bit, and I've even been reasonably functional at work this morning, more so than yesterday, somehow. Weird.
And as a parting shot, this is making me giggle madly this morning.
Yeah right.
Got caught up in a fight to the finish on Scrabulous with Mr. Wiley (he kicked my ASS), so got to bed late. Like, well past midnight late.
Then, at 4:30, I wake to hear a little knock on my door. Widget, who's woken up and can't get back to sleep because she keeps thinking "scary thoughts about her book." She crawls in, I instantly overheat, cuddle her for the next half hour and finally convince her to go back to bed. Walk her across the hall, tuck her in and come back to bed to lie there awake.
Somehow, I still managed the up and out early bit, and I've even been reasonably functional at work this morning, more so than yesterday, somehow. Weird.
And as a parting shot, this is making me giggle madly this morning.