Here is a picture of the side of a trailer.
I'm going to try so hard to write a shorter post today. I've just written three really long posts in a row, and I know it's a lot to ask you all to read that much crap about me, me and me.
Apparently, I don't deserve a night to myself, because I'll just piss it all away anyway. I've been having trouble sleeping again. Since Sunday, I'm lucky if I've gotten close to four hours a night. By today, I was kind of a mess. I planned to take a quick, one hour nap when I got home, because the girls were actually going to their dad's at seven for the first time in months. But one hour turned into five and there was kind of a fun dream in there that included a guy I saw at the store on my way home from work. And my, won't I be a little embarrassed when I accidentally run into him again. Now though? Now, it's almost eleven and I'm still exhausted and I haven't done one damn thing around my house.
All I can do, is hope that I'm not up the rest of the night, which will make me weirdly sleep deprived again tomorrow and I'll start this whole vicious cycle again. It might all be worth it, if I'm guaranteed the fun dreams too.