Warning: I use a bad word in this post. Don't judge me.
I woke up three hours ago. Hubby was snoring, and my jaw was sore because I was sleeping on my side and putting pressure on my face where the teeth were removed. I took a Vicodin, thinking that once the pain eased, I'd go back on to sleep.
Nope. I put in ear plugs, thinking that if I drowned out the snoring, I'd go back to sleep.
Uh-uh. I went out to the living room, got on the couch, thinking that since the living room is a little cooler than the bedroom thanks to the powerful ceiling fan, I'd be more comfortable and fall back asleep.
But at least I'm getting caught up on reading all of you dear people!!
Here is a picture of me when I was a baby. There is really no purpose for me putting this here right now, it's just damn-thirty in the morning and I'm bored.
Forgive my language. I get cranky when I haven't had enough sleep.