Fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

I need to be asleep right now!  Sleeping!  I should have fallen asleep something to the effect of ohhh, perhaps 5 hours ago at least!  It's 4am and my dumb ass is still up and on here.  I don't even know why, beyond this giant compulsion to turn the fricken' computer on.  See what I mean about that system that will not allow it to start between certain time periods?!  NEED it BAD.  Lol.

Tonight we hung out with TFYO and OFHG.  It didn't go too badly.  It was a little awkward at first since it's been something like 3 weeks since we had seen them.  Also, TFYO made sort of a nasty comment about my dog earlier, and then immediately apologized by saying 'I'm sorry, I know it's your dog and I didn't want to sound mean like that.'  For some reason my usual tolerance was missing, as if it had momentarily run away, and so I spat back, 'Well, it did sound mean anyway.' with a straight face and a slightly agitated tone.  He didn't know if I was being serious or not.  I hesitated for a few moments and then gave my half ass 'Am I joking or am I not?' grin and it was left at that. 

From that point on I'm pretty sure the mood was established and the rest of the night ensued.  All went well, it was enjoyable (unexpected considering the way I've been feeling 'socially' lately), we ordered out for some Chinese food (mmmm broccoli & chicken), we played a crapload of rounds of Uno (Simpson's version) and they left around 1am.  My husband stayed awake with me until about 2am as we had to feed and water the dog (got carried away and almost forgot her for the night), and I had to finish some dishes (you know, since when does 1 fuckin' day of 'work' constitute that dad is more important and doesn't have to do the dishes even though I do all of the other cleaning?).  Since 2am I've been here, on the computer, thinking desperately 'I need to shut this off, I need to go to sleep, OMG I'm going to be so tired tomorrow!'  but I'm enjoying myself so I've yet to listen to myself.  I have coffee, and lots of it.  I'm not worried, lol.

I'll say two things about this night, one being that it was nice being honest and saying what I felt about the nasty little comment TFYO said about my dog.  The other is that I am still in shock over just how LITTLE I ate of my dinner.  I LOVE chinese chicken and broccoli and I love the white rice that comes with it.  I don't want to sound like a pig, but ordinarily I can finish the whole order of chicken and broccoli (1 quart, gosh isn't that sickening?) and maybe a third to one half of the rice (1 pint).  Tonight I made it through half of the chicken and broccoli and only a quarter of the rice and I was stuffed to the gils.  I was starving when we started, like every other time.  I wonder if this is a new leaf my body is turning over?

At least tomorrow there are no dire plans that start at the ass crack of dawn.  I think I'd super glue "dawn's" cheeks together and tell it to find another crack if that were the case.  In front of OFHG I even asked my FIL, 'Is there any particular time, or time range, that you'd like my husband or both of us over here tomorrow?'  and he said that there wasn't and that he didn't have much planned.  There was a damn witness and I know she'll corroborate.  If that prick pulls anything so help me I'll kill him and bury him with the backhoe myself. 

Anyway, so we can sleep in, which is definitely great for me, but I'll be tired no matter what, I know it.  Pity too because the possibilities for tomorrow's tasks include:  pickling (ugh with a capital FUCK OFF), BBQing chicken (ugh, also involves dad, so double ugh), posting our most current "need this shit to move out" list, sorting mail from the last two days and recording it in the ledger if it's a bill, laundry, and sorting boxes that I've had long packed in storage in our clubhouse.  I want to go through each of those boxes one by one and write down EVERYTHING that is in each one. This will serve two purposes, one being that it'll be easier to figure out what is where with a quick glance at the list on the box, and two being that we can make sure we have what we think we have and need what we know we need.

This fucking sucks right now that I'm not even remotely tired.  Maybe a little physically, but mentally, oh no I'm bouncing off the walls.  I've had no caffine or damn sugar, so what the hell?  I didn't take a nap today either!  Also it's making matters worse that I'm in a 'thinking' mood.  If someody else tolerable (like my husband) was awake I'd be in a 'talking' mood as in just sitting and BSing, not multi tasking, for a seemingly endless amount of time.  I need to be out like a light before 5am at least.

It's 4:22am ... this insomnia shit or whatever it is needs to get the hell out of dodge.  Think I'm gonna go kick it's ass.