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Even if the kittens didn't think it was playtime right now, I wouldn't be able to sleep.

I'm trying to sleep on the couch, though, 'cause of the whole kittens-chasing-eachother-across-my-face thing is getting old. Kirsten's lucky they're too small to reach the top bunk.

But my insomnia has been horrible lately. I actually have gone to bed after 5 am and risen before noon every night this weekend, which is very unusual, indicating no make-up sleep for the insomnia I suffered last week. I know that doesn't seem bad, but I generally average 10 hours a night on the weekends to make up for the 5 hours-if-I'm-lucky on weeknights. And I'm a person who needs about 9 to feel right. So I'm tired all the time.

This gets worse and worse. The best nights last week were the ones where, because of the dust from cleaning, I had no choice but to take Benadryl and thus got a good night's sleep.

And I can be so fucking SLEEPY, right up until the point where I close my eyes and try to sleep. I think I've convinced myself, deep down, that I can't fall asleep, and so now I can't. It's gotten insane lately. I'm turning into a freak. I'm turning into Gina. Who at least practices good sleep hygiene.

I need to purchase a mallet and find a person with muscular arms to swing it at my head.

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