i can't sleep a wink, you know for three days, i'm goin' insane! i'd give you everything i got for a little peace of mind!

this is a night where i could really use some rest and since that ain't happenin', my second choice would be some mah to get my ass rested, and since *that* ain't happenin', i might as well try to sort out my head and perhaps bore myself into tears so i can finally get some shut eye.

when i turn insomniac, it's often because i have a bunch of mess running around my mind and causing me worry. the reality is that there are so many people who have much, much more internal commotion than i that it seems silly to be concerned about my trivial pursuits. but we gots to be who we is.

even after jumping out of bed to get most of my clothes ready for the suitcase has not settled my nerves. trust that i am indeed excited to be heading out to the west coast (although why HammahTime must continue to book me on these early ass morning jaunts is beyond me), every time i travel anywhere, and that can be on a biz trip or even home to da lou, i worry incessantly about packing. it ain't like san francisco is some kind of third world burrough where i couldn't easily replace anything i might inadvertantly forget to pack in the big bag of wonder. i don't know what it is, but i get really balled up about figuring out what i need to bring and making it all fit compactly. i don't have to deal with the banner cannisters on this run, but i do have to carry that big ass suitcase that we previously transported the conference booth inside in order to bring out a few large foamcore adverts of the DateRapeSquad. this may work to my advantage and give me some extra storage space i don't normally get, but i'm still no fan of that bulky cargo. at least i know my boots will fit in there.

let us pray that TaxMan's inept staff can locate my missing w-2 forms in time for me to ship off my taxation justification next week. imagine my surprise when i was preparing to sign all the forms when i noticed only *one* of my three jobs representing along with the inclusion of a w-2 for some randomite. nowhere near me in alphabetical order, zip code, location or social. just this dude's w-2's getting jiggy with mine. i know that admin assistant took a tongue lashing for that, but, you know, it's the final four for accountants, if you will, and attention to detail is a must. and people wonder why i double check every damn thing that comes my way?

better check in with the lawyer regarding the paper serving of Slumlord. if there's a time i could really use that four grand back in my wallet, tis now.

must , must write a recommendation letter for ConnieKinzie! she asked me to do that in december and i promised it to her two months ago. i need to help a young upstart out. she's worth it.

shape.com is a well of great info. the printed mag is among my faves right now and their site has exercise info galore. if i'm going to shell out on those headshots this summer, i needs to get some more muscle tone built up. i'm certainly at a weight i can handle (four years post the big drop and holding!), but i admit i could stand some toning. i'm kinda liking my notion of pre-work strength training in the crib with my bands, because getting my ass up in time to get organized for and subsequently hit the gym is simply not working for me. i want a routine to abide with!

perhaps i should pay some bills online before the credit bureau puts out a warrant on my delinquent ass.