It will be a good weekend, I can feel it in my bones

The sleepless week continues. The week for which I believe God is preparing me to have a child. I work a double today. A double that comes after a night where I fell asleep on the couch watching Sex and the City A Tribute! I don't CARE about a damn tribute - I was all set and ready to watch the last few episodes of the last season - I am the only person on the entire planet (seriously, I'll bet even my 86 year old grandmother has seen those last, elusive episodes) who hasn't seen whether Carrie picks the Russian or Big. AND, and I was reading online the other day and someone said she was SO OVER SATC. What!? I haven't even finished. So I was forced to watch the tribute - twice because there were some good clips - and then passed out on the couch like a sad bachelor who pretends he's living the awesome single life to all of his friends but actually spends most nights drooling on the sofa with a beer slipping farther and farther to the ground. Then I woke up at 1-ish and stumbled, confused, to bed. Woke up at 4 dying of thirst (see rum and Koolaid) and could not fall asleep again until 6. Woke up at 8 to the incessant jingling! of the dogs collars. Oh and at 4 in the morning? I got up for a bowl of cereal and found Copper lounging on the couch. The couch I spent an HOUR vacuuming Tuesday. It has been a lovely week. Sing it with me though: but I still got my health, so what do I care? No, really, I mean that, God forbid God takes this post seriously and smites me with boils or something.