It’s 6:26 a.m. and I just got off the phone with Jeffrey. See…I accidentally called him at about 5:30 a.m. when I was plugging my phone in to charge the battery. And because it was 8:30 a.m. in Kentucky, he didn’t answer. So when he got up and saw that he had received a call from me (at 5:30 a.m. Alaska time!) he, of course, assumed that something was very wrong and called me back immediately. I explained what happened, and for a second he was completely OK with my explanation. And then…

Jeff: “Wait…what the hell were you doing awake at 5:30? Are you sure you’re OK?”
Me: “I’m fine.”
Jeff: “But…it’s quarter after six there and you answered on the second ring. Why are you STILL awake?”
Me: “I haven’t been sleeping lately.”
Jeff: “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

I love how that’s his first question. It's a stupid question, because he knows just how impossible that would be…but…it's funny, nonetheless, because that's how his mind works. Sometimes I love that guy.

OK...back to bed, not that I'll sleep. Do you people realize that it's been almost a month since I had a decent night's sleep? Aaugh. I think it might be time to head on over to Walgreens (oh, wait, we don't HAVE Walgreens in Alaska) and invest in some sleeping pills. Sleeping pills are scary, though, because I really do NOT want to become addicted to them. On the other hand, I really DO want to fall asleep.

Conundrum.