It's official, I'll just have to sleep when I'm dead.

Seriously, who has time to sleep? There is so much goodness to be had and so many fun things to do. I can't help but think I'm missing something, all the time. It's getting to be a problem becuase no matter what I'm doing, I almost certianly want to be doing something else. And, not something else INSTEAD of what I'm doing at the time, but I'd rather be doing something else, too. Take for instance this very moment: I would like to be writing this post, reading this fantastic book that's sitting next to me, watching the movie I can hear playing in the living room, curled up on the couch with my boy, planning a party, and sleeping so that I have enough energy to get through my day tomorrow. I suppose I'll just have to try to fit it all in tomorrow!