I am lying on my couch, tucked in with a blanket and pillows, staring out the back windows. It is 1:44 am. My nose is just stuffy enough to bother me and my elbow is just twanging enough to keep me uncomfortable in any position I try.
As I was laying in my bed, I could feel the mucus gathering slowly at the back of my nose every other minute and got sick of snorffling it down, so I came out in search of a box of tissues.
But those minor discomforts weren't keeping me awake. I just can't stop thinking of all the things I have to do in the morning - scratch that, I mean "in 5 1/2 hours." And I can't stop fretting about several barely fret-worthy emotional issues and one or two big ones.
I'll tell you this, however: first item on my list for tomorrow is to call the doctor to speak about this chronic 2 am bullshit anxiety. This is brutal, yo.
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