Insomnia R Us

Once again I am faced with the "sure can't sleep" syndrome. The husband has to get up at 1:30am to go to his night job (because he's a rock star, but more on that later) and in the meantime I'm terrified of waking him up since he goes on about 3 hours of sleep. Add to this that he snores like a fricking she-bear and the world is a mighty sleepless place!

Symptoms of withdrawal are waning, I think.

My birthday is tomorrow, but the rock-star husband has been treating me to my very own Hannukah style birthday; a present every day for as many as he could afford. He couldn't help himself anymore and HAD to give me the "big" present today ... an iPod!! Twenty gigs of musical prozac. FABULOUS, I say! The best birthday gift, however, would be getting that job. I spent the whole day in emotional traction waiting for the call. Finally at 4:30, I gave in and called them. 'Turns out they hadn't reached a decision today and were going to meet in the morning. (more for the insomnia pile, right?) Among other wonderful gifts were two framed b/w pictures I had registered for at Target, (yup, I registered for my birthday & Christmas. I get the "deer in the headlights" every time someone asks me what I want, and this way people from near and far can act like they know exactly what would make me happy. God bless the internet!) the new Michael Buble CD, a gorgeous flower arrangement from my sister in Washington (pictured), a $50 gc to my favorite arts/crafts place from my mother-in-law, and something else I can't think of right now. (see: withdrawal symptoms)

I want to send a huge hello to my girlfriends I never talk to because I'm a horrible person. You know who you are: I sent you an email to get you here.

I close today with thoughts and prayers to all the victims of Katrina. If you've not done something, anything, please do so. (couch change works, people!)