In the wee small hours of the morning

It's well past 1:00 AM and I'm sitting here, singing a song from the Sleepless in Seattle soundtrack to myself. True story.

I'm exhausted, yet I can't asleep. My body's so tired that it hurts, but my brain's too wired to fall asleep. It won't shut down.

So I sit here, in front of the TV, watching an episode of Castle for the I-don't-even-know-how-many-th-time.

This is my thought pattern (besides the singing to myself routine, which should be enough of a sign that I'm a little loo-loo, but since when do I not over share, esp when I'm posting something in the actual middle of the night?):

I'm sure glad that Kathy U. sent me a cake this week.

I'm even more glad that tomorrow's Saturday and I don't have to go to work in the morning. (It's frustrating when I get like this on a weekend night. It's infinitely worse when I can't fall asleep and I know that I have to get up and go to work the next day.)

I've read every post on every blog of everyone I know.

If I look at one more cooking blog, I'm going to have to get up and make something buttery and bacony and delicious. Or maybe a cake. ... Except I still have half a bundt cake to get through, so that's probably not a good idea.

Facebook is at a standstill. (And I'm not someone who generally checks FB over and over again. But still... it's at a standstill, and I know this, because I've checked it three times in the last hour between blog-hopping.)

It's too late to call anyone in the continental US, and it's too early to call England.

Hopefully, February will be an easier (and more restful) month. I figure that getting more info from the doctor on the 30th will only help my restless mind calm the heck down.

The good news is that I'm not a hysterical mess. Usually, this late at night, when I'm this tired, I can't help but cry. But today was a good day without a single breakdown. I'm grateful for that, and glad that even in the middle of the night, stone-cold tired, I'm not sad, scared or upset enough to be crying.

This is my life, people. Thankfully, it's not like this every night. (This week, this is only the second time it's happened. For that, I am grateful.)