the blame for tonight’s insomnia is being placed firmly on the shoulders of William Shakespeare. it’s more his fault by simply being than anything else. because if it weren’t for ol’ Willy, the movie “Shakespeare in Love” would have never been made. and if the movie hadn’t been made then i wouldn’t have to hear the hottie who plays Willy in the movie shouting “Oh I am fortune’s fool!” every time i closed my eyes.

the brain works in mysterious ways.

of course i can’t sleep because i have so many questions floating about my head. questions about the bidness (which it will henceforth be known as because saying bidness makes me laugh), about the impending move and most importantly about whether or not i have clean underdrawers to wear (thank you Julie Orringer for that, i will be using it more than underpants, because underdrawers is even funnier than underpants).

so yes, everytime i would close my eyes after my hip found that sweet spot in my bed, i would see the hottie behind my closed lids and hear him shouting “Oh I am fortune’s fool.” and really one cannot sleep when such nonsense keeps happening over and over again.