Why am I awake?

I have to work in the morning. I have a butt load of paperwork sitting on my desk calling my name. It's given up on the creepy but seductive whisper. At this point in time, the pile of paper is screeching at me in a shrill and annoying manner. A good night of sleep would sure help me tackle the paper mountain. (First a pile, now a mountain. Clearly it's growing even as I type.) So why am I awake? I think I need to drink some warm milk. Microwave one cup of milk in a coffee mug with a packet of splenda and a splash of vanilla. It's better than a sleeping pill. I guess. I've never actually taken a sleeping pill, so I could be telling the truth. You never know.

Woo hoo! I just yawned! I'm going back to bed to try this sleep thing again. If any one of you calls my cell phone in the next 8 hours and there isn't a pool of blood at your feet, I will create a pool of blood at your feet. Just a fair warning.