I wander through the day hazy, vaguely fatigued.

I wander through the week tired, ready to place my head on my desk and doze lightly, soft gentle problem-sinus snores escaping my lips, a delicate string of drool connecting my mouth to the cool surface.

Oh, to sleep a full night's sleep again. Eight uninterrupted hours sounds heavenly to me. I don't know why I've had so much trouble sleeping over the last few weeks.

The end of February frequently saw me up late, unable to force myself to get ready for bed until 2, 3, 4 in the morning. On weeknights. I dubbed videos as research for my new site, watching them instead of setting up the VCRs and letting them run while I slept, to be viewed at a more convenient time.

Then the first full week of March watched as I hunched over my computer, playing with simple graphics and layouts, working with colors that I later 86'd before settling on a nice, simple color scheme. Unfortunately these sessions would start at around 10:00pm, after an evening of dinner with friends, working for my brother or channel-surfing on my love-seat. Again, no bed until at least 2:30am, when I would sleep heavily, but only for about four hours.

On the days when I would go to bed at a reasonable hour (11:00pm, for instance), I would fall asleep almost immediately, but would wake up two, three, four times during the night. And not in my usual wake-up-turn-over-fall-right-back-to-sleep way (which I've been doing for years due to a tiny bed I used to sleep on), but in a restless, heated way.

Had one of my cats not decided to step on my eye Tuesday morning, I would have had my first full night of uninterrupted sleep in weeks. However, Tuesday's lack of quality sleep time set the tone for the rest of the week and last night was just another perfect example of restless nights.

In addition to waking multiple times, I've been plagued by odd dreams. I know many people find journallers' dreams to be boring, so I'll just mention that last night involved Squishycon 2002, England and an inability to find a non-communal toilet and leave it at that.

It's 4:25pm. Now my brain is fuzzy and my eyes are droopy and every minute until 6pm passes saunters laughingly across my watch-face.

Please let me sleep well tonight. I really miss it.