OK, after ninety minutes of work/LJing/drinking a glass of merlot in the W Hotel New Orleans’ “living room”, I think I can go upstairs and sleep now.
My fiance is totally passed out, for the record. Fell asleep hours ago. Which is why I’m all alone & having to amuse myself by sneaking into my work email. Of course, I’m up because I’ve been taking extra doses of Wellbutrin to make it through 12 hour days AT my office. Combined with the daylight savings time, which always makes me more energetic, I’m too manic to sleep.
So, now, I can finally go curl up with Paul, and get some sleep. Or so I hope.