I don’t have enough sense to go to sleep on time, but when I do finally get to sleep I’m having trouble sleeping. When I go to bed early, I seem to wake up early, and way before the time I want to get up. How is this fair. Oh, well, I guess I’ll have to deal with it.

The hope of Sunday was extinguished by the reality of Monday. Actually, I had a head start when I checked my work email last night. Not much more to be said about it, but the daily drudgery has begun anew. Or so I can think with this crossing of the artificial boundary into 2010. Yeesh, I’m getting bleak here. That’s what happens when I don’t get my cheeseburger ration. Or maybe it’s the government nanobots in the H1N1 vaccine altering my body chemistry.

OK, sheesh, it’s Monday. Don’t I get a day to get morose? I actually blame it all on a LACK OF DESSERT. I’m hungry and I need a cookie but it’s a weeknight and all I had was a salad for dinner. I suppose I can go back to fantasizing about the semifreddo at Wildwood, or the bread pudding at Hopworks. Oh, heck, why don’t I just think about the cheeseburger at the Carlyle again? If I keep this up I won’t be able to sleep.