Burn It With Fire

I had a bit of a rough day. All week I've been struggling with inexplicable insomnia, which has made work VERY difficult since it's hard to concentrate on words when you're only getting 2-4 hours of sleep. Last night I could tell I was developing a cold and although exhausted, I couldn't make my body go to sleep. After lying in bed for four hours, I gave up and stayed up the rest of the night reading a really sad book on cancer until I collapsed in exhaustion around 6:00 a.m.  I slept a couple hours and signed into work late and tried not to drool on my laptop.

Anyway, today was hard because my cold was in full force and I kept randomly crying at facebook posts or getting suddenly, inordinately angry at petty grievances. I was just really really tired and really really sick. It was a relief when Josh came home so I could escape to take a steamy shower and nurse my cold a bit. After my shower, I dressed and started blow-drying my hair and then a blur of black shot past my forearm and I screamed and brushed whatever it was onto the bathroom floor.

It was a spider. A HUGE BLACK SPIDER. Josh happened to be walking by the hallway when I screamed and jumped out of the bathroom, and when he poked his head in, he saw the spider and immediately stomped it to death. I stood clutching my heart and visibly shaking. Josh just looked at me a moment. Then he said, "I love you very much, but now we must set you on fire."

I couldn't agree more.

Is it tomorrow yet?