Where the hell is Mr. Sandman?

I feel absolutely craptacular. I have had so little sleep and the sleep I have had has been fitful. It is starting to catch up to me and my head, body, and eyes hurt. I am nauseaus. I thought it was just an upset stomach because of my feelings about Sandra dying, but I am pretty sure it has to do with not sleeping too.

I went to dinner with my friends Brandy and Robert last night. I had eaten very little in the past few days as well, and was ready to chow down at Chuy's. Brandy and I were eating chips and the creamy jalepeno dip (ranch dressing, cumin, and jalepenos) and I ordered the veggie encheladas. I would LOVE them. Except when we got our food, we looked at it and turned our noses up. I didn't even want it in front of me. The smell was bothering me. I boxed it up and took it home.

I am strongly considering taking a muscle relaxer when I get home tonight. It will unknot my body and knock me on my ass. I'll show myself how I deal with unruly bitches that won't sleep