I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship. - Louisa May Alcott

In the past forty-eight hours, I have accumulated perhaps six and a half hours of sleep, broken up into increments as small as fifteen minutes and as long as two and a half hours.  Amazing.

Typing is difficult, and you should have heard me try to speak on the phone when Spousal Unit called me (woke me up again) this morning at ten 'til eight. Hey, I'd barely climbed back into bed. My jaw wasn't moving.

Everything is making me cry today. Movies (Raising Helen, Nell), short stories by Orson Scott Card (The Worthing Saga for those who are into his work), and wrestling with Cartoon Ranger and getting hit in the head with a maraca. Stupid stuff. I am NOT going to read or watch Little Women today!

Tonight, I have a date with Tylenol PM. Two tablets, darn it. I intend to sleep like a sunken boulder. 

Of course, in the morning, my jaw still won't move and I'll sound like I have a hangover. Never had one of those before, but Spousal Unit has...