Insomnia, or I Guess I had More Important Things to Do

I hate when I have insomnia. Thankfully it doesn't happen often, but when it does, like last night, it's literally a real pain.

I mean it too, it's a real pain, literally, in that I do tend to feel aches and pains from being uncomfortable, which I was, thanks to Angel and Max. They both sleep at the end of the bed, but Max sleeps in between Dave and I and sometimes uses my legs as a pillow, so I have no room to stretch out and get comfortable.

Also, Dave's snoring, I just realized last night that he sometimes sounds like a cow. It's funny, but he really does. It's amazing that I never noticed before, but it's probably also like I said before, I don't get insomnia that often.

Another thing, if you suffer from insomnia on occasion, isn't it funny the things that run through your mind? Last night I was thinking about how to figure out the Weight Watcher points on a pumpkin bread mix because Dave substituted apple sauce for the oil; I figured it out. I was also thinking of what new ring tones I can attach to different people on my new cell phone so I'll know that it's them who's calling. I figured out which one for Dave, but not for David or Kenneth. I'll have to see what they have available. Being on a prepaid plan, I don't have as many available as I would on a regular plan. I think I mentioned that once before in another post.

Another thing I was thinking about is getting a new car, what kind I would get and what it would have. Dave mentioned maybe having to buy a new one if my brakes keep wearing out the way they have been. I literally lost one of the brake pads in the back. I found it in the driveway yesterday when I was about to leave to get David from work. They needed replaced before that happened. I promptly called Dave at work and asked him if he would pick David up on his way home from work. I wasn't going to drive the van after that. There are also a few other less serious problems with it, one which we paid $250 to have fixed a few years ago only to discover that the same problem still existed even though the dealership claimed that it didn't. We wouldn't go back to them.

Let's see, if we bought a new car, it would have to get decent mileage yet have enough room to fit four dogs and one more adult, in other words, have two back seats, like my van. I guess I can think about it some more until the time does come to get a new one.

Now that I've been out of bed for a couple hours, I feel like I can go back to sleep. I predict a nap in the near future, very near.