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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

So last night I'm having lots of trouble falling asleep. (Which I hate, btw, because if I don't get eight hours I'm a zombie--I once was so tired after not sleeping well that I wore two different black shoes to work. And didn't notice until after I'd gotten there and it was too late to go home to change!)

But, worse than having problems falling asleep was that when I finally did fall asleep, I dreamt that I was *awake.* And when I woke up, after a whole three hours of sleep, I was totally confused because I'd just been dreaming that I was lying in bed wishing I was asleep. Ack!

Needless to say, today has been *that* kind of day. So far I've:

-- forgotten where I put the phone (it turned out I'd made it into the bed (!))

-- gone up to my bookcases in the hall to look for a book, only to forget which book I was looking for. Not once, not twice, but THREE times.

I've had to given up watching my beloved Tour (sob!) because I've got deadlines I must meet, but I've been following as best I can by checking the website a couple of times a day and having my husband call me any time anything interesting happens. (He checks the website more than I do--when I was able to watch, sometimes he knew what was going on before I did!) It's a real shame that Vinokourov failed blood doping tests, and how freaky is it that bombs exploded along the Tour route? (This article briefly summarizes both events).

One link before I lurch off through the rest of the day:

The YA YA YAs ask about YA romance for older teens