i tell you, i need to have this shopping party thingy so i can sleep through the night again. for the past two weeks, i'm up like i have a crying baby in the other room and, well, this shit just has to stop. i'm tired and wired at the same time.

it's a good excitement, except for this waking up. i am revved up, inspired, and scared, but mostly in a good way. fear is ok if it's motivating and this is. i am conversely worried about no people coming and too many people coming. having too much stuff, and not nearly enough. it's a wait and see little game.

in the mean time, i'm up here at 4:25, wanting to slumber, but feeling like there is a firecracker inside me. plus we have mice again and i live in fear of those little critters.

ok,turning this off and counting sheep (wearing jewelry from the sale).