Dear Diary

Hello, Bonjour. Hi Ho. It's off to work I go. After my bowl of Wheaties of course. I cannot believe the amount of disgusting rain we are getting. All night long it sounded like the toilet was in a perpetual flush because our drainage system on the roof is so loud. I haven't slept all week and last night Dave and I were tossing like 2 year olds in church. I even tried sleeping the opposite way with my feet at the head, but I kept picturing Dave turning to cuddle them at 6:50am and screaming in horror while reaching for his pocket knife to stab the knobby alien. I also had some interesting dreams in the 5 minutes while I slept, I woke up saying, "Oh man, not another ticket!" Something about parking on the wrong side of the river.

Well that was boring and nonsensical. I'm not saying I don't sleep at all, I do sleep as soon as Dave's feet hit the floor at 7:14am. Then I set my alarm for 9am and test to see if I'm still tired and set my alarm for 10 am and found I was still tired and set my alarm for 10:30am and found that I was still tired but also hungry so I got up and found my Wheaties and cleaned up the disaster of a living room where we must have eaten 30 snacks last night and strewn the wrappers and popcorn seeds over every inch of the carpet. Now it's time for Happy Time in the shower. I thought that link would make that sentence sound less bad, however, it probably added to it with the graphic images.