Between Friday's distractions, Saturday's mental ramblings, and Sunday's guilty conscience I've managed to get seven hours of sleep since I got up Friday morning. That's a whopping five percent for those of you scoring at home.

I don't particularly expect things to get better tonight.

After all, nothing has really changed. The things racing through my head for the last two nights will still be there tonight. Plus she'll be back from her trip tomorrow and I have no idea what will happen after that.

The thing that pisses me off is that right now, at noon on Monday, I could probably fall asleep for ten hours. Unfortunately they frown upon that kind of thing here at work, and by the time I get home this evening I expect this fatigue to be replaced by something else.

Something that will no doubt keep me awake for yet another night.