{{{Tavie}}} I could actually get up and give you a real hug, but you are comfy, wrapped in a blanket, reading a magazine and watching Frasier on the new T.V.
The sleeping thing is tough...I have fallen back to my old insomnia trick (only worse now) and when I do sleep, my dream is pretty much the same...me driving with various people through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel into Manhatten, getting more and more aggitated and upset and repeating over and over, "This is not how it's supposed to be!" The people in the car try to calm me down, try to tell me it's okay, but I know it isn't, it feels it never will be.
Asshole on the streets of Toronto yelling, "Get OUT!" to my sweet Kitana. Asshole teaching my class bothering me over my obviously Arabic last name...staring at me...trying to figure out why I don't look Arab? Cause I'm not, but you shouldn't be an asshole even if I am.