Insomnia

Whenever I'm restless, I sleep in the middle of the wrong side of my bed, on a diagonal. Right now, I'm curled up in position.

Today I'm restless because I ate some bad salmon for lunch and had to leave work early because everything was spinning and I was having hot flashes and other things were happening in my digestive tract that I won't get into because I'm a dainty flower who doesn't speak of such things. Longest cab ride home ever. No energy to do anything.

Managed to keep my dinner contained and I've been thinking about pie for hours, because I was writing the Cosmo blog earlier, and K ate apple pie. Too late for pie now, but I'd really like a slice of peanut butter. Or a cupcake.

I've been generally distracted lately. I don't know what's happening on what day, I keep forgetting things, emails are piled up in my inbox. I don't think it's depression. I'm not unhappy. Just scattered.

Trolled the online personals for a bit tonight. People are so funny with their requirements. One guy will only date girls 5'8" and above. One guy would date girls up to 6'2", but they couldn't weigh more than 125 pounds. I actually wrote to one guy who had every hair color listed except red, asking him if he'd been personally wronged by a redhead or if it was an aesthetic thing.

I want to write an FAQ for the site. Any questions you want answered? Ask me.