I've got insomnia...have had it for a while now, which means that on a good day, I can look forward to about 6 hours of sleep.
On a bad day, like last night, I get just about 2 hours. I blame it on my son. :D
Last night, he had a fever of about 102.2 ... I say about because my math at 2am with no sleep behind me is horrible and my stupid thermometer reads celcius only...which is great if you're trying to see when water will boil or freeze, but sucks when you've got a 2 1/2 year old screaming in your ear.
Poor little guy... just burning up and not with the kind of religious fervour which makes people want to invade countries half-way across the globe. HIs eyes had that nice glazed-over look which you only get with Saturday morning 'toons or too many tokes on the wacky-tabacky. He was mumbling to himself and the occasional whimper could be heard.
It took some cold compressed to cool him off and some liquid anti-fever stuff (in refreshing cherry flavour) to get him back to sleep...at 4am!
I wake up at 6h30 to drive him to his personalized daycare (his Abuelo).
So...here I sit, at work trying to write to this journal and make sence.
I am... so, I'm just going to post this and sign off.
Sep. 27th, 2004 @ 02:21 pm