i had a nice weekend. met some friends for happy hour friday. hung out with amy saturday. had date night saturday night in lawrence complete with sushi. and then sunday went to a super bowl party. but then sunday night, i didn't sleep. again. at all. well, maybe three hours. here and there. pieced between pain and anxiety dreams and heating pads and gulps of water.
and today, i had to be at work from an 8 a.m. meeting. which means i got here at 7:45. which means i woke up at 6 a.m. which means i really just stopped 'not sleeping' at 6 a.m. you know, cause i'd been awake all night.
and now it's 3 p.m. and i'm exhausted. absolutely. bleary-eyed.