Glad I stayed awake...

Usually, I set the tv timer for 30-45 minutes and I'm always (and I mean always) asleep before the tv goes off. But, not tonight. At first, I blamed it on that extra dish of slow-churned peanut butter ice cream...let's all say "yummy!" After awhile, I thought it was because I was subconsciously stressing out about the upcoming week (You know the week where you've got so much to do that you've skated past freaking out and you're cruising 70 mph toward panic, maybe not panic, but definitely panic-like.)

Anywho...I finally woke up 30 minutes ago (at 1:03pm)and came downstairs. GLAD I DID! When to my surprise, I realized that my front door was wide open. Nothing like a wide open front door in the middle of the night - and yes, all of my suburban friends would be mildly panicked, too. This text-book definition of a "God-thing" is the only good reason for insomnia. It's not like I've got a bunch of high end items in my house, but I'm not trying to give it away for free either.

After checking to make sure that a late-night visitor wasn't hiding in my kitchen or basement (if he is, well, he's now locked in the basement), I decided to eat a snack. And, what goes better than a snack: telling your friends that you forgot to close your front door and what type of snack you are eating at 1:32 in the morning.

Here's hoping that I fall asleep soon. But, I can tell you this...tomorrow is going not going to be good...