I had a very restless night last night. The kind where I was up every 15 minutes or so for about 4 hours straight, then slept for 1/2 and hour, then for an hour, and then up again constantly. I finally gave up at 7:30 after going to bed at 12:30. Better rested, right?
I had breakfast and watched some t.v. [every network's weather - is it wrong that I know every weather person's name? The husband thinks so. I think it's just me taking an interest in my world], and then decided I was tired again. Went back to bed and woke up at 10:30. That NEVER happens to me.
It made the day go by pretty damn quickly, though. By the time I made breakfast for the husband the girl [I know! Real waffles! And bacon! And eggs! Just like the 1950s! Would you like extra butter with that?] I was hungry for lunch. After looking at the greasefest, I had a nice sensible salad. With chicken and feta cheese. That I ordered from the coney island. Because I was too lazy to make one for myself. Also there was no chicken in the house. But mostly it was the lazy.