oh i wish i did.
i wish i could doze off into dreamland and let out a grand ole' snore.
but i can't.
i can't drift into REM and i can't feel completely rested during any given day.
our old-new dog, buddy, just ain't allowing it.
all night, every night.
whine, whine, whine.
it ain't pretty and it AIN'T cute.
it is de.bil.i.tat.ing.
i actually had a guy call me at work today only to backtrack in the conversation and apologize if he woke me up. WOKE ME UP. how do i sound that pathetic? and why on earth would he even ask that if i did sound like he woke me up.
i was at WORK for G's sake.
two weeks. two weeks of broken, miserable, lack-o-sleep.
do i sound like i'm whining?
well it isn't half as bad as when buddy does it.
don't let this face fool you, people.
i made that mistake.
and now i have bags under my eyes.
BAGS UNDER THESE EYES.
i am neither cute, nor funny these days.
i am one angry old bag.
i've lost my sass and replaced it with pure anger.
it's so horrible.