A Budding Insomniac Faces the Future

Here's a typical day in my life…..

I get up at 5:25 and go to the gym from 6:00 until 7:00. Come home, shower and dress for work after spending at least 10 minutes making sure I have the coolest possible shoes to go with what I'm planning to wear. Make the bed. Look for lost car keys for 10 minutes. Feed the cats. Find lost car keys that were in my purse the whole time. Pet the cats. Put out the garbage. Halfway down the Mohawk Trail I remember that it's container week and I forgot to put out the recycling. Turn around, drive home and put the green bin at the end of the driveway. I wonder what the garbage guy will think of me...the only things in the bin are empty Chardonnay bottles and empty V-8 cans. That combo must have deep psychological meaning but I don't want to know what it is. Arrive at work late. I pretend something important at home prevented me from arriving on time. I know they know I'm late because I can't get it together but I'm the boss so we all fake it together. I work all day, then go to dance or Spanish, or work until everyone else in the building leaves and I have an hour of blissful silence to get stuff done. Meet friends for dinner, come home, do laundry, clean the litter box, talk to Dad or someone important (to me), sort through mail, pay bills, send texts to my husband, pet the cats, hula hoop for 15 minutes, work on a crossword or maybe Words with Friends, check Facebook, read, send texts to my husband, pet the cats, answer email, empty dishwasher, do laundry, send texts to my husband, pet the cats, talk to a friend, send email to my husband, repack bad mail order to return, pet the cats, add another book to the "I want to read this when I retire" pile, and watch 3 YouTube dance videos, praying they will bring me dance enlightenment which they unfortunately do not do. Next, I call ATT where I spend at least an hour with an unhelpful associate trying to figure out why I'm spending megabucks for Mexico to US phone service. I put us both out of our misery by signing up for some international package which is undoubtedly economical in the short run but is likely to cause me to spend more in the long run. Then, I climb into bed and toss and turn until 4:00 AM with occasional periods where I get up and check Facebook 8 or so times. 
The next day…REPEAT.