No Rest

I hate sleepless nights. I hate sleepless nights accompanied by cramps even more. Needless to say, I sleep less than 5 hours last night and then when I did fall asleep I had weird dreams. I don't know if it was the advil I took before bed, or if my mind was totally in a jumble, but I had a weird dream that I can barely remember.

All I can remember is that Michael Crawford was in it.



Maybe if I listen to my Phantom of the Opera CD a few dozen times today I'll be able to get him out of my head. It would have been nicer if he had been singing me to sleep last night.