Be careful what you ask for

Last night I stayed out a wee too late, and payed for it the next day.  It's a sad state of affairs, but it seems that I can't go out dancing three nights a week anymore, on top of lifting and running.  I thought exercise was supposed to give your More energy!  Bah.

So, I attempt to get home early and sleep, but events conspire against me and when I do sleep, I get nightmares.  ( purging is good, but not for the sqeamish.  graphic insect images abound. )

There's probably some work stress leaking over into my dreams.  I've put a moratorium on bitching about work in my journal.  I'm not going to start now.  Set up the problems, and knock them down.  That's my plan.  Maybe tomorrow night I'll have some power armor in my dreams.  Then I'll show those goddamn bugs what for!