No doze

[maystone]

Well, I haven't had this intense a spot of insomnia in a hell of a long time. That's the good news, I guess. The bad news is that it's well past the time that I can take something to knock me out. I'd sleep until 11 or so, and that would just put me in more trouble tonight. Unless I really drug myself tonight. Huh. Excuse me while I talk to myself, OK?

I suppose I can feed the cats. I got out of bed about an hour ago to go the bathroom, and when I came out I had six of the eight cats all clumped together around the door. Heh. Poor disappointed kitties when I threaded my way through them and went back to my room.

I watched Obama's infomercial tonight. Impressive. I'll tell you one thing: I really wish I were back in the States so I could volunteer for his campaign during this last week. I swore after going door-to-door for Eugene McCarthy way back when that I would never do that again. But I think I'd do it for this election.

I mailed my absentee ballot in last week, but I'm still keeping an eye out for my official ballot. If that comes in, I have to mail it back because it takes precedence over the one I downloaded. So, in the natural course of events in my life lately, I expect that I'll receive my official ballot on Nov. 3, and the fact that I won't be able to get it back to MA in time will cancel out the vote I did send in. Hopefully I'm just being paranoid. (Who me?)

Yeah. I think I'll go feed the cats.

I miss my Bailey's. Where are the good old days of those Bailey's/Ambien cocktails and the concomitant arrival of the little blue men dancing around my computer screen? My life is absolutely no fun anymore. (Of course I'm no longer slipping into a semi-comatose state as a result of said B/A cocktail, but hey . . . the cocktail giveth, the cocktail taketh away.)

Here kitty, kitty!

Comments

[hnybny.livejournal.com]

I wonder if you can take a sip of Baileys on its own?

[maystone.livejournal.com]

Yup, that works, too. I really should buy some more.