Sleepless crazy type

it's quarter-past 11 or 20 past, depending on what clock I look at while lying here, unable to sleep, in my usually comfy bed, with the light of my laptop screen making it impossible to see anything at all in my room, well except for the conflicting clocks of course. Right- conflicting clocks. As it stands now, one says 11:19 (the computer), the vcr clock says 11:21 and the beloved alarm clock says 11:23. The alarm clock used to be alot quicker than all others. 9 minutes to be precise, since the snooze button is precisely 9 minutes, and I'm pretty dumb first thing in the morning (with only mild progress throughout the day), so by setting the alarm clock 9 minutes fast, i'm tricking myself (and falling for it) every morning. I got out of that habit when I was with my ex- he hated the snooze button. why the hell haven't set the clock back to my time??? If I wasn't so damn cozy and warm under my duvet (and if the laptop wasn't, well on my lap) then I'd get right up and do it. But alas, I'll wait till I wake up. Which I'll probably forget to do in the aforementioned dumbness of the morning.

So by now, if you're still reading and aren't in the middle of calling or emailing me to see if I've actually gone off the deepend, you've realized the type of posting this is. In fact, it's prompting me to have a label for all postings of this nature: Random sleepless blogging-kinda the same effect of drunken dialing but i don't anticipate it to be nearly as humiliating.

Random thoughts as I can't shut my brain off to sleep mode:

I love my friend Meaghan. I've known her for 20 years. Isn't that INSANE? Good gracious, I'm only 27! There are a few friends of mine, sisters really who we've been friends for 20 years. Yep, since I started at good ole St. Michel in Leamington, back in grade 3. Meaghan has a brother named Logan and had a dog named Duchess. She lived just down the street from school. The lady who used to watch her was named Lois. Meaghan sent me a card, and I received it today. At first, I didn't recognize the return adress, but then something inside me thought of Meaghan. Unfortunately, I've been sorta distant from my life back home- well really i've been sorta distant here too, I can't remember the last time I actually spoke to Megs- I think it was Christmas 2005, but that saddens me to think it's true. She sent me a card, stating just that, that it has been a long while, but that I've been on her mind. Maybe she's reading my blog and has noticed the pity-party-blogging I've been doing. Regardless, I don't think she'll ever know how much opening that card and seeing those words, imagining her voice saying them and feeling the hugs she sent me actually meant to me. It meant the world. I'm so fortunate to have beautiful people in my life.

Next random thought. today was international food day. Lisa signed the two of us up for Southern USA food- which we then continuously had to explain that no, neither of us were from Louisiana although the fact that we called our "kiosk" Southern Belles' Mardi Gras didn't help the case. Nor did the fact that we made THE MOST DELICIOUS CHICKEN & SAUSAGE JAMBALAYA, BISCUITS AND BREADY PUDDING WITH RUMBALAYA SAUCE ever!!!!! The beads and feathered boa also added to the flare of the fair! I was at Lisa's until 11pm last night cooking. We had great chats while making enough food for a small army of public servants. We learned more things about one another. Lisa is one of my favourite people on this planet. I heart Lisa (and Atlas).

My nose is cold because the fan is blowing right on it. My feet are sweating because of my duvet. I hate that. I turn into this human radiator when i sleep. BUT I need to have a duvet- it really is my comfort blanket...it's such a catch 22 every night.
I'm worried that the 3-week early daylight savings time thing is gonna screw up with my outlook calendar at precisely the most inopportune time of the year. Fisc year end in my world sux. I'm already booked EVERY day the third week of March. And it aint' for fun, it's all for work.
I love the colour green.
I love hearing people laugh.
I hope that typing all the things going through my head during this sleepless time right now will help alleviate the pressure and help my eyes drift away to blissful REM.
Did I lock my car?
Who schedules meetings on a friday?
Is it patio season time yet?
Will I get to go see a Sens game this season (offers welcome here folks...)
Was the receptionsist at my physiotherapy place right>? Will this be a good year for capricorns?
Do my friends know that I love them and truly do think about them every day and the reason why i haven't contacted them is jsut that my life feels so disorganized lately>
Does my boss really read my blog?

It's now 11:45/47/48. Has my mind rid itself of enough toxins to finally relax? Or did God really just plan on me having dark circles under my eyes every morning this week? (I'm quite sure he's got bigger plans for me than just dark circles)
Do I annoy people by talking too much? too loudly? too bluntly?

Second yawn in 4 minutes....i think we're getting somewhere... oh wait and another only 23 seconds later. Time to fix the format, check the spelling and post this puppy. After all- you all remember what happens to Cinderella when the clock strikes 12...and well lets face it, this princess desperately needs her beauty sleep.

I told you they were random thoughts... in quickly scanning them over, I can actually remember the logic why i was thinking those very things... my mind- she moves in mysterious ways