One tired pony

I almost called in tired today. I had so intended to go to bed at a decent time last night, but as usual, it was after 11:30 pm when I finally climbed into bed, and after midnight when I finally put my book down. The rest of the night went a little something like this:

12:31 am - I'm cold. Pull the blankets up a little more

1:36 am - Still cold, still awake. Glare at W and the cat who are both sound asleep

2:15 am - Status check - Awake. Look at the clock and groan. Only 4 more hours until the alarm goes off. At least it's still dark out.

3:09 am - The cat is playing in the bathroom.

3:59 am - Stuff my head under the pillow and swear not to look at the clock anymore.

4:16 am - Oops. Looked at it again

4:20 am - And again.

4:32 am - For goodness sakes! Stop looking at the clock!!

5:something am - ZZZzzzzzz... Finally!

5:55 am - W gets up for medicine. GRRRRRRRR. Think about smothering someone with my pillow. Consider self as good option. Might get some sleep that way.

6:35 am - Dammit - there's the alarm. Hit snooze. Fall asleep immedidately.

6:44 am - What's that! Oh, alarm again. Snooze. Back to sleep.

6:53 am - Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Trying to get some sleep here.

7:02 am - Hey alarm clock? Trying to get some sleep here. Stop waking me up.

7:11 am - PANIC!!!!! Supposed to be at work in 20 minutes!!!!!

Hello Coffee... you are my new bestest friend.