Happy Birthday

to achbarr!!

Slumber, wither hast thou gone?

I woke up at 5:30 this morning. Five.fucking.thirty. And I couldn't get back to sleep. So I lay there, staring into the inky blackness, wondering why the hell I was awake and hearing the haiku from Stephen King's "It" over and over in my head.

Your hair is Winter fire
January embers
My heart burns there too

I really hate it when my brain goes into loop mode and I can do nothing but lie awake, listening to whatever it's latched onto over and over and over....and over again.

I finally gave up and got up at 6:30 to make Aunt Tudi and myself a hot pot and prepare for my appointment with Dr. Sovenyhazy.

Here's hoping I get some sleep tonight....