Insomnia. Again. (Still?)

I am no longer sure what time it is or what day it is. I have a wake-up call set for 5 am tomorrow. That is 3 am Pacific Time. This I know.

I thought the airline had found my phone. Now I discover that they have not found it, and worse, someone ELSE has been using it. I called a very nice man at Verizon and he suspended my service. This I know.

I may not find my phone ever, but I have options until my free replacement comes around in February. This I know.

I am catching a shuttle to the airport tomorrow at 5:30 am. My flight leaves at 7:35 am. This I know.

When I get back to Seattle, I have to look for ANOTHER apartment, AGAIN. This I know.

I am now on the other side of tired, the kind of tired where you still function and go to business meetings and wow people, but where I can barely type. I have my plane and transportation to the airport and ride home from the airport set tomorrow, and my sleep doctor--I mean, my boyfriend--will be waiting. I can't wait.

This I know.