*I wrote this entry early this morning again on little sleep. After some coffee and a re-read I realize it makes little to no sense. Too bad. I’m too tired to rewrite ;)

So Friday I left work early to go see the Sex & The City movie with my girls, Andy, Kate, Sarah and Jill. Post-movie, we grabbed a cosmo (clearly) and dinner. I had to take it WAY easy on the drinks since I was scheduled to shoot a wedding the next morning which required me to a.) get up at 6:30 b.) drive 1.5 hours west of where I live c.) work the wedding for 8 straight hours – not an easy task hungover I assume. Sarah was also taking it easy on the cosmos since she was the designated driver of the evening.

Of course then within the next two hours the following happened: Sarah broke two bones in her foot (I’m not kidding – she STEPPED off the curb. We are all so incredibly perplexed how it even happened!), I lost my cell phone and my car/apt keys at some point entering the ER, and Andy lost both his cell phone and his wallet. We are not a lucky bunch.

(I did end up finding my keys and phone – and by “I found” I mean “hospital security found” (in the back of the wheelchair I used to get poor Sarah into the emergency room.)

I had to call my sis to get me home and I crawled into bed around 1:15 am. Except I didn’t fall asleep right away (of course) and then woke up for the morning around 4:30.

I got up, worked the wedding all day, which went perfectly. Then decided 2ish hours of sleep is FINE to go out for the night. Right? Right. So I showered up and headed immediately in town to go see my friend Kiley’s band play.

And I decided to treat myself to two drinks at the bar. Then my friends Danielle, Justin and I had one more drink at a friend’s house post-show.

Here’s a little math for you 2 hours of sleep + 3 alcoholic drinks = crazy Jenny. I was so over tired I felt drugged, not drunk, and decided to pass out dead asleep on Danielle’s couch somewhere around 2 am. And that’s exactly where I awoke at 6:45 am.

But here’s the best part: when Danielle woke up she asked if I locked Justin out. I hardly remember chatting on the couch before I passed out and I was pretty sure I was out cold for four hours. OH NO.

Apparently after I fell asleep on the couch, I got up (what?!), walked in to Danielle’s bedroom (huh!?), kick off my shoes (really!?) and had a conversation (uhhh?!) in which I LIED to Danielle about Justin’s where abouts (riiiight.).

Danielle: What’s going on? Is Justin asleep on the couch?
Jenny: No.
Danielle: Did he leave?
Jenny: Yes.

Meanwhile Justin was on the couch. And then I proceeded to have yet another conversation with him.

……..

I think this not sleeping, insomnia, sleep walking/talking/lying is getting out of hand, no?

So last night, I went for a long run to tire myself out as much as I could, took a hot shower, and decided to tuck myself into bed about 9:15 pm. Except, things don’t got that easily in Jenny-land.

Despite the fact that it was a SCHOOL NIGHT, the mother next door shooed her 3 year old and 5 year old kids outside to play … at 9:30 pm.

……????!!!!

I wish I was kidding. (If I sound totally crazy in that video, please forgive me, because I am.)

I really, really, really hate my neighbors. And the worst part is, the kids are still in school. Their mother only allows this to get worse and even more unbearable when they are off for the summer. Sigh.