at least I have a night-light

once again, for about the forty-billionth time this week, I can't sleep. I am exhausted in that oh-my-god-i-can't-wait-to-snuggle-up-with-that-pillow-way, but my body refuses to shut down and actually snooze. It might have something to do with the golfball sized lump in my throat - this cold is brutal in its sore-throatness. I've been spending quality time with my ice-paks, though. boo boo buddies have never seemed so useful. Though it's good to remember that when applying them to your throat every half hour or so, that they smell like freezer. Freezers? They don't smell that hot. Now if only I had some entertainment....