*shrug*

[starzki]

How sad is it that my entire life revolves around how much sleep I got the night before?  I slept through the night last night (yay!) and I can, therefore, expect to have a wonderful and productive day.  Nothing else in my life predicts my mood and general usefulness as a human being as the hours of sleep achieved the previous night (*heart* stats).

And I really have nothing else that I'm thinking about except:  Will I sleep well tonight?

I'm also thinking about my upcoming vacation, but mostly because I'm hoping that it will set right whatever is wrong with me.  Love the parents, don't love where they live.  They've been warning me about the scorpions and rattlesnakes that they've been having to deal with lately.  Great.