on bedhogs, insomnia, messed up sheets and Rocky IV

Daniel Powter Bad Day
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day - You had a bad day

my day started at 1:30a.m.. a combination of many things i think. really don't know what exactly woke me up.

all i do know is this:

• darling Husband was way over the middle of the bed.
• said Husband's elbow was in my head.
• FatBoy (not the Husband, my dear Elvis) was also taking his half out of the middle.
• the bottom sheet on my bed had come off the corner and i was half on it, half on the mattress.

now perhaps i never told you, Gentle Reader, but in the story of the Princess and the Pea, well, i AM the Princess. my sheets had dang well better be tucked in at the foot. tight. worst sleep i ever got was when we went to DisneyWorld, and the bloody bottom sheet (which wasn't a fitted sheet, BTW) kept creeping up.

just add it to my list of Little Things That Make Me Weird.

i've given up a long time ago on trying to move Brendan over. he's a rock. so, i think, i'll just pull the sheet back up and try to get it over the corner of the mattress.

well, that would work, if it weren't for the fact that the Husband is sleeping over the middle of the bed. at which point the Princess decided to just get up and sleep in the recliner.

where (obviously) sleep continues to elude.

i was just ready to fall asleep, when i thought "did i pay my insurance?"

oh crap.

so i logged in and paid it. well, now i'm awake.

and watching Rocky IV on tv. what struck me is how bloody young (and thin!) Sylvester Stallone was. Bridgette Nielson was totally cute too. and not running after Flavor Flave.

now i'm debating if it's right to have a little sumthin'-sumthin' to nosh or if i should just let it go.

but my tummy's growling. and heaven knows it's hard to sleep with all that racket.

happy Monday, everyone.