Thursday evening, breakfast for dinner

So I couldn't sleep last night. Stone cold bolt upright awake until sometime after four in the morning. And it was that kind of insomnia where it actually becomes distressing to stay in bed after a while--not just boring, actually uncomfortable. I kept getting up and going to the bathroom and checking my email just for the hell of it. So I got about two hours of sleep, and then, when I tried to take a nap on the couch this afternoon? STONE. BOLT. AWAKE. I may never actually sleep again.

I did get a really cute bottle of OPI for a dollar, though. Cozu-Melted in the Sun! Sparkly. Also, I made blueberry muffins and spent much of the day reading The Encyclopedia of Fantastic Victoriana. I just started with the first entry under A and jumped around from there. The best part was, the entry on "Fin de siècle unease" answered a question I'd actually kept forgetting to research, which was, in a nutshell, which countries were on Britain's shit list at the very end of the decade (I'm great with social history but not so hot with nineteenth-century wars).

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Can be sleeps tiem soon? Please. Please be sleeps tiem.