Sunday, September 16, 2007
Yaakov just walked into the computer room. "What are you doing?" he asked quizzically. "I can't sleep." "Too bad," he said. "Try." (I did try. I took valerian. And scullcap. Nothing doing.)
It's 5 a.m. - I start a job teaching Sunday school in 4 hours. I have to be perky for 6 year olds, and I haven't slept at all.
This isn't looking too good.