I’m starting to think that I would give up my right arm to get a really good night’s sleep. I honestly can’t remember when I had one last. I’m technically asleep, I suppose, but these last few weeks it has seemed anything but restful. If anything, I wake up more bleary eyed than the night before. Nothing has changed, my patterns are all the same as they were back in the glorious days when sleep was actually something to look forward to. If I’m going to be this tired all the time, I’d rather just stay awake. Then it would at least I could make the nights at least somewhat productive and I’d understand why I can barely keep my eyes open at three in the afternoon. All I’d really like at this point is one good night’s sleep… if only to keep me from getting more irritated at things in general than I am by default.

An Ambien or a few stiff drinks at bedtime would probably do the trick, but I don’t particularly want to go that route. Absent some other alternative, I suppose the next little while is going to be sleepy and grumpy. Five more and I’ll have a whole friggin’ set of dwarves.