snore.

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.