I can't sleep tonight... just kept tossing and turning. I finally went downstairs so as not to keep Wiley awake. I tried to read, but I'm too restless for that. Too sleepy to stitch. I logged onto the computer in hopes of finding someone to talk to, but there's no one. I'm sitting here staring at the mindless nexus banter, knowing that none of these people are people I really want to talk to, but I'm there for lack of anything better to do. I wish Elaine still lived in CA. I could call her at 1:00 in the morning without being rude.
I just want someone to talk to, and there's no one. Bleah.
I just want someone to talk to, and there's no one. Bleah.