Goodnight, sweetheart...

It's currently 2:49am. I went non-stop all day today and am nowhere near tired. I took an Advil PM and I might as well have eaten some Pez for the zero effect it's had.  

Wait! Holy epiphany!!!

I just remembered that had a carafe worth of iced tea at dinner tonight. Yes, an actual carafe. Of my very own. Shitfire. I'm so sensitive to caffeine now and I really haven't had much at all since surgery 3 1/2 weeks ago. Hell, I haven't even had Diet Coke in 2 weeks or so.  Dammit, dammit, dammit!!! I'm so annoyed with myself. What the hell was I thinking?

I'm wide awake and bored silly. I had started watching "House of Cards" on Netflix last week at the suggestion of a friend. Perhaps I grab the ol' iPad and earbuds and fire up a few episodes. 

I could seriously run around the block 52 times right now! I swear - I thought my restless leg shit was back. No - it's the FUCKING CAFFEINE. I am such a wuss. 

Something keeps ribiting. I already escorted one toad out of the house this week. A frog? NOW? While I'm in hyper non-sleep mode? Slimy asshat. 

Anyway... I digress. (And I sound like I've lost my mind, which could very well be the case.) Time to see if Kevin Bacon and his kinda awesome South Carolina drawl can make me fall asleep. Ugh. Kevin SPACEY. Not Kevin Bacon. 

Mmmm. Bacon. 

Okay, okay. Enough for now. Praying this doesn't make me too bat shit crazy... 

Peace out.