This evening I have the loathsome task of making cupcakes for my best coworker's birthday tomorrow. Normally it's a task I wouldn't mind, and believe me; she deserves it. (They went all out for my birthday.) But I'm exhausted. I slept 2 hours last night. Yes two. I'm not exaggerating. From 4-6am. It wasn't a lack of sleep for anything saucy either mind you. I_just_couldn't_sleep. I think I'm about to lose it. I'm so so glad to be home, well not home really but one of my three places I feel comfortable calling home. I've kittysat for them so many times for so many years that it really does feel like home here. The kitties are my babies.