Shouldn't I be feeling better by now?

By nighttime, I just ache. And then I have trouble sleeping. I'll have maxed out my daily dosage of pain medication (which, ironically, should make me sleepy....one would think) but I'll still hurt.

And then I lie there. Aching. And tossing, and turning, and trying to get in a comfortable position.

Last night, Glynn was wiped out. Exhausted. Poor guy. He fell asleep on the couch and I poked him and told him to go to bed and get some sleep. He almost ran for the bedroom. I heard snoring about 2.5 seconds later. He's been working out really hard every day and having long days at work too, I think. Anyway, I'm glad he's getting some sleep because he was having a bout of insomnia for a while a few weeks ago.

I stayed out on the couch, watching T.V. and trying to get sleepy. At some point, I fell asleep (I have no idea what time it was, it must have been a couple of hours at least after Glynn went to bed) and must have turned off the T.V. but I don't remember it. I woke up to Glynn poking me in the forehead this morning and realized I'd never made it to bed last night.

On the cuter side, Brady was right next to me, sleeping soundly, with his face all scrunched up and his butt in the air. (Okay, that made me smile to think about, cute little dude).

I don't know. I think I'm getting a bit depressed because I feel so yucky, I'm grossly overweight and the weather sucks. I'm having one of those days, I guess. And NOW I'm tired, but I'm at work and it does me no good. And I'm on my 3rd cup of coffee. I'm in a mood and I can't shake it. And I'm super hungry today, which pisses me off because I can't lose weight if I'm always EATING. UGH!!!

I just need to vent today, I guess, and what better place to do that than online where anyone can read it, right? Although there are a few topics I will never post about here, and only Glynn knows about. I'll vent to him later about those or write in my private journal. Or take another really long bubble bath. One of those topics has me in such a funk I can hardly stand it, and don't know what to do about it.

Okay, this is depressing me more, and probably anyone who reads it so I'm gonna get back to work now.

Yucky teeth are calling.