Barb’s Burblings

When my family moved from New Jersey to Connecticut, I developed insomnia. I couldn’t fall asleep until 2 or so. Which was kind of nuts; I mean, I was 9. And it was always worse on Sundays. Sunday nights have long been my least favorite time of the week.
So last night…I couldn’t fall asleep. Maybe it was because it was so frickin’ hot in my apartment. I have no control over the heat (but at least I don’t pay for it), and it’s been like a sauna in here–mostly because of the warm temperatures outside. Today it’s not so bad.
Where was I? Right. So I couldn’t fall asleep. I tossed and turned, and probably only got one good hour of sleep–the hour right before I had to get up for work. I considered not going into work, but since I had gotten a decent amount of sleep over the weekend, thought I’d give it a go.
And I made it through the day (barely). I came home and napped, then discovered that the envelope from my bank that came in the mail today was notice that I had overdrawn my account. Even though I haven’t. Nope, nobody has hacked into my account. I checked online. Where it noted that I hadn’t overdrawn my accout. So now I have to figure out when I can make it to the bank. Agh!
Add on to the tiredness and the bank issues, I’m working myself into a tizzy about numerous things that I can’t really control. It’s a Monday night and I’m cranky and I apologize for the rant, but I had to get it out (incoherent as it may be). Now I’m going to feed the cats and go to bed.