I don't know what it is that causes my sleep patterns to get all out of whack, but boy when they do, it ain't pretty. It's been nearly two weeks since I've had a decent night's snooze. It takes forever to fall asleep, then when I finally do slip into the netherworld of nighty-night, I don't stay. I bounce around, usually have some weird, disjointed dream that sadly involves absolutely no nakedness on anyone's part, and then I come racing back to the present day. Present day usually being around 4:00 in the AM. Ugh.
I'd love to just take a day and rest. Park my butt on the couch and do nothing more strenuous than fetch a cup of tea and take a three hour nap. But alas, crap...I mean work prevents me from taking a day. Deadlines and such. You know, that stuff I do that pays the bills til the writing gods smile upon me and grant me my wishes.
No wonder I'm writing such drudge of late. I can barely see straight, let alone come up with prosaic prose that leaps off the page and says 'Buy me! Buy me!' Right now, it's muttering "Hide me, Hide me."
Meanwhile, in other news, I'm halfway through The Secret History of the Pink Carnation by Lauren Willig. This book is awesome! It's this seamless mixture of historical romance, spies, intrigue, humor, and chick-lit (but not the shallow I bought more shoes than I know what to do with kind) all rolled into one. I also went to see The Holiday and all I can say is, how soon does it come out on DVD because this is a definite purchase. I loved it. Loved it, loved it, loved it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a hot cup of ginger lemon tea awaiting me. Decaf, of course. Not that it seems to matter...