Oh man, that title is so good I should just publish this post without anything in the body. But i'll continue.
It's 11:35pm. it's not that late but I went to bed an hour ago and meant to go to bed an hour before then but somebody was up crying because he didn't want to go to bed because he's sick but who can blame him? I hate going to bed when I'm sick. Incidentally, tonight was the first time Julian called me by "name" and it seriously rattled me. "Mooommmyyyy..." amidst tears & sobs. What the hey? who the hey? I'm unnerved. I regret trying to teach him this.
Anyway, i had to get up because my bed is a super stealth torturer and i wake up every day mysteriously feeling like i got the crap beat out of me. Beaten? I like beat, it sounds more tough. So i'm sore and uncomfortable. Also, the main reason, was that I was hungry. @%#$!! I HATE going to bed hungry. So many people in this world can sleep on an empty stomach--WHY CAN'T I. It's stupid and pathetic and even if I'm super tired, my brain hones in on my stomach and pretty soon i can think of nothing else. OCD + empty stomach = recipe for disaster. Actually it = a recipe for anything i can put down my gullet. In this case it was Good Friends cereal with bananas. I hate having to get up to eat!! I'm still mad about it, as you can see. Grrrr. Anyway, I need to publish this and go hit the stupid torture hay before my stomach digests my Good Friends and keeps me up for another round.