I went home early yesterday. I was tired and my head hurt and I needed some much needed rest after not sleeping on Sunday night due to a nightmare I had that involved Vietnam's death.

As much as I dislike the poor fellow at times, I don't want him to die anymore.

I came home and decided to have a much needed nap.

After said nap, I picked up Miss C and did my night routine: homework, dinner, baths...

The problem came went it was time to sleep.

I could not sleep.
I kept wrestling in the bed.
I don't know if it was the fact that I had taken a nap or the fact that I has just finished watching The Science of Sleep.

I kept having weird dreams...I kept wrestling in the bed...kept looking at the clock...
10:30pm...1:25am...3:13am...4:00am....

My mind would not stop...songs to write came in my head...ideas to create...projects....

I stripped myself of my pants in the hope that I could fall asleep.
Miss C was having a similar night as well.
I kept pushing her little butt off me, she kept grabbing my hair, my hand...

by the time the alarm went off at 6am, instead of being exhausted, I was actually very awake, thrilled, alert.

I don't know if it had to do with the fact that I didn't sleep at all.
But I'm here...
alert and might I say "chipper".

all is good.