Cannot sleep again. Sometimes I think the best thing to do would be to move backwards in time. Take out all electronics and choose a job where I get up with the sun and go to bed with the moon. I am in the middle of trying a new bed. Want a day off? Essentially takes two twelves to get one day off. Though I admit a three day weekend can make all the difference to me. Time alone. Time to chill. Time to recover. Sometimes it's all I can to do get laundry done on time. Even now, it's sitting on my couch waiting to be put away. I need a swift kick in the bum to get me going. When I am on fire, I am on fire. Monday I spent the day finishing up my laundry (towels put away, clean clothes on couch still), and then I shaved the dog. Gibbs seems so much smaller and stiller before you approach him with a shaver. Before that, Saturday I feel on my knee. Two skins and a big bruise and touch it and you shall feel the pain I do. Does make life a bit difficult when you can't bend down to file something away or look under a table. Yes, I'm fairly pathetic and babyish when it comes to the pain. The less it should hurt, the more I complain. I just can't get this sleep schedule right and it seems that would be the best thing in the world for me right now.