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Sleepy... with a chance of insomnia

I'm sleepy. I need to sleep. But, I've been sleep-deprived for the past 8 days. My husband and I are currently in different states. I had to leave to start this postdoc, but he hasn't found a job here yet (thanks, crappy economy!). So we're 2000 miles apart. I'm in a nice little house in the middle of town just close enough to a busy intersection to get rather sketchy looking folks wandering by in the daytime. I figured I was being paranoid, but whatever, I'll lock my bedroom door at night if it helps me sleep.

I'm glad I did because someone tried to break in last week. While I was home. Just after I went to bed. I have an alarm on the back door, and it went off for the first time ever. I called 911. They sent the police. Joy. The door alarm apparently scared whoever it was off.

And where was my tough guard dog during this? Sleeping, lounging, nothing. The appearance of policemen with flashlights in the backyard brought out a soft, but determined "woof" from Gibbs. So much for being like his namesake.

So I didn't sleep for a few nights after that and when I did sleep I'd wake up with nightmares. I usually have nightmares, but home invasion nightmares are generally worse than the other run-of-the-mill ones. Isn't anxiety fun??

I wish the husband would get here. He helps keep me on a schedule. I stayed up until nearly 2 last night researching a project for work, forgot to eat breakfast, and have nearly no clean clothes. I think that makes me a walking hungry disaster in whatever clothing is left. If Gibbsy isn't going to be a guard dog, he should at least try cooking and cleaning. I suspect that will be a losing battle!

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