I don't want to do anything, or go anywhere, but home, and sleep. Reading other weblogs, it seems there has been an epidemic of not enough sleep the last few weeks. I wonder why.

There has just been too much going on with me lately, that's why (in my case, at least). The wedding, sick pets, wedding related parties, dead pets, bridesmaid duties, anticipation, rejection, bad dreams, new pets, work stress, staff meetings ... and not enough sleep and rest in between to balance it out. I want a period of nothing. No outside stimuli, no leaving the house, no getting out of my jammies, just me and my bed and a pen and a legal pad in case I get to feeling like a writer again. When that gets old I could move out to the living room with my pets and watch movies and old Dr. Who episodes until my eyes ache. Then I could go walk my dog. Then I could come back in and sleep some more. And maybe read the book I started a few weeks ago and haven't picked up again since.

I think I'll have to stay home this weekend. Even though there is some big movie that I've been waiting a long time to see opening up this weekend (not sure which one, but it's summer; there's bound to be some big movie I've been waiting a long time for opening this weekend), even though I haven't spent any real quality time with my friends in a couple of weeks, even though for all of the socializing I've been doing lately I haven't really been connecting with people -- I just need a couple of days by myself, being absolutely non-productive. Then I can get on with my life.

Do you ever just have to remove yourself from the entire world for a while?