Not again...

I don't know what it is, but every time I have a new assignment, I cannot sleep the night before my first day. I don't think I'm nervous about the assignment, rather, I'm nervous about not sleeping. Okay, maybe mixed with a little nervousness about the assignment. Although I don't know why. I've only really sucked at one assignment, and that was because the phone system was so tremendously complicated that I needed a much, MUCH longer assimilation period than what I got. Every other assignment has been a breeze.

Last night, I started getting ready for bed at a respectable 10 pm. Given that it takes me about 15 minutes to do my nightly beautification ritual, I figured I'd have a little time to talk to my husband before I hunkered down and went to sleep. I actually closed my eyes at around 10:45. But by George, I could not sleep. Couldn't turn my brain off. Finally, I had to almost trick myself to go to sleep by picking up the book I was reading and trying to read it - you know, the whole try NOT to sleep and you'll sleep thing? It works for me. Sometimes. I don't know what time I fell asleep because I had my alarm clock turned around, but I don't think it was very long ago. I'm tired, y'all.

I'm glad I had earplugs in, though. If Nimbus would have woken me up at 4 this morning begging to be let in like he did Sunday morning, I'd have been some kinda grumpy.

Also, the refrigerator was open when I woke up. Pez knows there's tuna in there, so now his punk self is opening the fridge. Not sure how I'll remedy that. Packing tape, I guess. My cat is an evil genius.