I can't sleeo

It's been 4 hours since "bedtime", and I'm still awake.

How? I don't know. 4 mgs of Klonopin (twice my usual dose) + Ambien and you think I'd be out. Not so, apparently.

Maybe I'm nervous for tomorrow. I'm scared they'll put me on bed rest. I'm scared I won't be active.

I also did some internet browsing shopping. Old Navy, here, I come. Cheap sundresses, cute cardigans - I'm set!

It will be a while for tailored clothes,and for $60 or less I can get at least 2 dresses, 3 cardigans, VOILA, outfits galore. A quick stop at Sephora for some moisturizer and a 10% discount coupon, and I'm set.

Dad's bitching about my New York trip, but whatever. I NEED it, especially after all I've been through.

I have three holes to be stitched up tomorrow. Scary. I guess I'm scared, and that's why I'm awake. I'm never scared. Hell, the night before all my surgeries I had moments, but never involving sleeplessness.

Also, on my blog so I remember: Thank you notes to be written (someone comment and remind ne, please):

Penny and Jay
Eleanor and Abe
Shirley and Mark
Doug and Joe
Phyllis and Rick

I'll scour and see what Mom has, or I'll find my own. We shall see.

How many drugs must I BE on to fall asleep. I mean, seriously.

I think I'll go write my thank you notes.