Goodness. This is the fourth night that this has occurred. I don't know why, but I simply can't sleep. I could blame some of it on my thoughts...you know, things going through my mind a hundred miles per hour. And actually, that's not too far off. I'm just not sure why my thoughts are so crazy as of late. I mean, there isn't really a whole lot taking place circumstantially. Aaron did start work for the semester again. That means him getting up at 4:30 in the morning. And me joining him. I shouldn't complain about that though. I enjoy the fact that he wants me to send him off in the mornings. I suppose it's me in this particular state of being, right now, that's causing my sour perspective. State of being: sleeplessness. And now that I think of it, stressed out. I'm not really sure why. Sometimes I stress over the silliest, stupidest things. For example (aka current stress): lack of sleep throws my whole groove off. It really does. I find it completely irritating and very inconvenient. But quite true. If I don't get adequate sleep, I'm very close to being as useless as if I don't get any sleep. And that is where I begin to stress out about dumb things. Like my schedule. Even though school doesn't start for another 12 days, I'm still thinking about it. Additionally, there's the whole filling in-nannying. And the motivation to start each day with a good solid work out. 
On a good night's sleep, none of this would even faze me. But right now, all I simply want to do is ...well, complain. It's dumb of me. And self-focused. But in the quiet of this apartment and the exhaustiveness of my body... I just want to wallow. At least for a couple of minutes.