I slept well this weekend. Until last night. A school night. I tried every trick in the book. Nighty night cocktail. Cold room. Leave for a change of scenery after 30 minutes or so. Play Bookworm. Try to sleep more. Fail. Eventually lay on couch with cats and hope for the best. I fell asleep around 2 am. Understandably, this has put me on edge today.
Then, when I was driving home, I stopped at the mailbox in the cul de sac. At that time, my car battery died. My yuppie panic attacks are notable and not pretty. My yuppie panic attacks on little sleep are quite a vision. There was nonstop cursing. I threw a tantrum because I wanted to put on my pajamas, but I couldn't because I had to wait for various members of the AAA family to visit my home. Fortunately, the battery is swapped, so I can calm my ass down.
Hopefully this won't affect tonight's sleep. I am going to start the rest of the cocktail soon. I have court first thing in the morning, so I really hope that this is an okay night. Please, body, cooperate.
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