There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep

For those keeping track at home, the sleep fairy has visited me at last. Thank you, lord Dramamine. (Yes, my incredibly high tolerance for drugs that make you "sleepy" bows down before the power-packed punch of Dramamine.) Here's hoping for a repeat performance tonight, because I was about to ask my sister if I could have a sleepover -- you know, to switch it up a little and confuse my body into sleeping. It was either that or traveling to Ohio to see my nephew -- if chasing around a 3-year-old doesn't wear you out, what will? And if that didn't work, I even contemplated cashing in booty-call favors. (Hey, even if I didn't get any sleep, at least I'd be getting some.)