A cat may be stolen of its grace, they say it's just a matter of time and place...

So talking to Rizzy earlier, I finally realised why the hell my brain hasn't been working well the past week or so. I haven't actually been sleeping for the past week or so. I'll go to take a nap, but the best I'll get out of that it a sort of half-aware fog, and when I actually try to sleep, I'll be awake for hours and then slip into a vague doze that I'll wake up from if the dog gets up, or Evie moves, or there's a noise outside...

I don't even know what to do about it, besides the possibility of drugging myself with Benadryl so I pass out - which doesn't get me actual sleep, just a few hours of unconsciousness, but maybe if I could get to sleep... I don't know.

It doesn't help that we've been out of coffee for a while now. I'd say this could not possibly get more annoying, but... then it would. I'm not going to tempt the universe.