So, my insomnia is back.  Why?  Most likely due to my current mood.  (Current mood:  Wickedly insecure.)  My goal tonight is to not even get into bed before 11.  (Usually, I am in bed by 10:30.)  So, I must find things to pass the time.  Now, I could read the current book club book, but I still have a week.  And also, 1.5 hours tonight.  And, I know the ending.  (Actually, that brings up a story from when Angeler and I went to London.  We toured the Tower of London, and the Yeoman Warder who was leading our group around asked me where I was from.  When I told him Raleigh, he looked at me solemnly and said, "Next time, take the high ground at Gettysburg."  Also helpful if J.E.B. Stuart is not out gallivanting.)  Anyway, you would think that, since I don't actually have to be at work at a specific time, I could just sleep in a little.  You would be wrong, because Jasper understands what the alarm going off means, and I can hit snooze, but then I've got a little black cat on the bed mewing in my ear (also?  His breath?  Could strip paint.)

So, Amalah posted pictures of her pretty new car (scroll down) yesterday, and while that car is cool,  it made me realize that at some point the most important thing in a car to me became cargo space.  Seriously.  I want a Subaru Outback.   Or, Cool Boss has a Toyota Matrix, and it's cool.  And have you seen the new Nissan Quest? Sweet!  Y'all, it appears I have lost my mind.  Although, this is probably due to the fact that every time I want to buy something large (e.g.  a new computer, a grill), I have to call Cdub and bribe her to take me in her minivan.  I really appreciate the help, but it'd be nice to do these things for myself. 

So sleepy.  Only 1.5 hours left...