Your Dark Passenger

Why am I magically a vampire, you ask?  Well, let’s see.  It’s currently seven minutes past seven in the morning and I haven’t been to sleep yet.

Why?

Oh…I tried to sleep.  I stared at the inside of my eyelids.  I stared at the ceiling.  I looked at the wall.  I looked at hubby while he was blissfully sleeping.  I watched my cats sleep.  At one point I tried telling myself I was asleep and this was just the worst dream EVER, but let’s face it, I wasn’t asleep and I knew I wasn’t asleep.  *big sigh*

To make matter worse, I’m not even remotely tired now.

So, I must be a vampire.  Not one of the Southern drawlin’ True Blood vampires, not a real vampire because they’d eventually need sleep…

Nope.  I’m apparently a Twilight vampire.  You’d think that would be okay, but I have not mystically become the most beautifull creature made of stone on the planet so I feel cheated here.  And as for the never sleeping for all of eternity thing? Yeah…FYI, that sucks.

And to make matters worse, my frickin’ bananas aren’t ripe yet so I can’t even have cereal.  (Yeah, I NEED them in the fiber twig cereal to make it taste more like food.)  *exaggerated sigh*

Whatever.  I’ll be back later on, probably still without any sleep, for Talk to Me Tuesday.  This wasn’t it, but we can talk about insomnia if you want…not that I have any awesome tips on that front. 

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