Sleepless in Singletown

I can't sleep. While I've always been a night owl, lately it is gotten to be ridiculous. Because I stay up to 1 or 2 am even though I know full well I have to be up at 7am. And the thing is - I am really tired. So why can't I get into bed at a reasonable hour?

Maybe it is that I don't want to be laying there with my thoughts. Something about putting your head to a pillow makes your mind race. Whereas, I could fall asleep anywhere else with no problem. I almost fell asleep on my hardwood floor the other day after I lay there to get something that fell underneath my bed. That is pretty sad that I am tired enough to sleep on hardwood but no willing to get under the sheets of my own comfortable bed!

So what is Ms. DeMilo thinking about? The usual life/love conundrum. Are any of the guys I am dating going to be the one? Wouldn't I have felt it instantly if they were? Am I going to be alone forever with only my career? What if I am not successful in my career, what am I left with then? Why can't I stop eating Creamsicles every night when I am trying to lose 40 pounds? How am I going to lose 40 pounds when I am too tired to work out? And so on.

I think the little girl in me just wants someone to stroke my hair and tell me it is all going to be alright like when you had a nightmare when you were a kid. Smooth my hair and smooth away my worries. And I think it needs to be someone other than my mother - preferably a tall, dark and handsome man who thinks I am gorgeous and the smartest person on earth. Wait! If I had that guy to smooth my hair, what would I be worrying about? I guess all this lack of sleep is giving me faulty logic.

It is 1am again so I better try and get to bed. Maybe I can dig up an old teddy bear and that will suffice to comfort me and make me feel young and carefree once again.

Is there anything sadder than a 26 year old sleeping with a teddy bear? Well, maybe a 26 year old with rings under her eyes that make her look like a 46 year old! Good night:)