Weekends are too short

It’s been an AWESOME weekend.  I got to attend a lovely wedding reception for a good friend, I got to hang out with Amanda in person for the first time in nearly a year, I got to go to a surprise birthday party for my aunt, I was surrounded by my cousins’ children, I caught up with said cousins, I wore a sparkly cardigan and high heels, I had great hair, I had some deep and meaningful conversations, I had some experiences that confirmed to me that I’m on the right road to wherever my destination is.

And now I can’t sleep.  I NEED to sleep–it’s almost 1 AM and I have to be at work at 8 and I should work out for at least 20 minutes tomorrow–but it’s just not there.  This happens every once in a while, usually when I have something heavy on my mind that I’m trying to either process or ignore until I can actually process it.  hm.  Maybe it’s a combination of worry over my car getting out of park (it is recalcitrant when it is cold) and trying vainly to process this weekend.  Either way, I will probably have bizarre and slightly unpleasant dreams, the prospect of which isn’t exactly conducive to sleep either.

Also, I just realized that I haven’t filled out the juror qualification questionnaire I got in the mail last week.  I should probably do that.

Something to keep in mind:  A little disappointment never killed anyone.  Life goes on.

3 Responses to “Weekends are too short”

  1. Heidi Says:

    Yup. Almost 2, and still awake. This is pathetic.

  2. Giggles Says:

    I hope you got some sleep. It was great to see you!

  3. Mel-Issa Says:

    I am a sufferer of Sunday night insomnia myself, and I hate it. So not fair! :-(

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