It’s four in the morning and God help me, I can’t sleep anymore.

I rolled out of bed yesterday morning with a puffy left eye. I waited for it to go down as the rest of the usual slide-back-to-your-rightful-place activities ensued, but it remained firm, and dark, and grew sore.

I suspect someone had a dream about the WWF and busted out an elbow drop on my unsuspecting ass.

It seems so wrong to say, but The Mc sleeps even more than I do and it’s driving me nuts. Asleep by 10, and up at 11 with a nap in-between? You’ve got to be kidding me.

Also driving me nuts – shoulder pain. Still. Also – heartburn. Also – his cat – who sleeps next to me on the bed (on her “blanket” to contain her many contaminants) waking up at 3:30 to clean her eye boogers via lick paw/wipe face repeat. I threw a blanket over her to encourage her skedaddling, but it was too late.

Damn I’m cranky. Maybe I should go back to bed…