In the past couple of weeks, my close friends and I have realized that insanity struck our group. They say things happen in threes, but this is like some three to the third power kind of stuff. Things that could have gone wrong did go wrong, the unexpected always happened, and through it (because of it?) I was treated to the worst case of insomnia I have ever dealt with in my lifetime of being an insomniac. In fact, it’s been weeks and I’m still dealing with it. I literally can not tell you the last time I fell asleep before 1:00 am or slept more than two consecutive hours. It’s enough to drive a girl crazy. (No really. Like hallucinating crazy. Or feel like you’re under water crazy. Or blurry vision crazy.)

I have an appointment with my doctor on Thursday to figure this out with an actual medical professional instead of taking the advice of random internet people. Not that people’s advice wasn’t great, and I’ll be more than happy to discuss some of your ideas with my doc, but I’m sure she’ll have plenty to say about “Chugging some NyQuil”, “Drinking some wine”, and “Using that lotion that puts babies to sleep.”

In other news, one of the problems that had been plaguing me has officially been solved. For now.

I am happy to announce that come July 1, I will not be a hobo like I saw myself becoming. No, no. Today I completed the paperwork and wrote out the check that secured my summer residence. Come July I will be living high atop the city, two blocks from my office, three blocks from my favorite coffee house, five blocks to my favorite watering hole …. did I mention the views? From my room? The sun filled room with windows all around? Did I?

It’s a sublease so technically I’m filling a spot for now, but I just bought myself two months of time and a summer backdrop to die for.

Now, if only I could figure out a way to write a check in exchange for some sleep …