This is getting old

Not being able to sleep is getting old really fast.  I’m tired, but I can’t fall asleep.  I even took a benadryl around 10 p.m. and I’m still  up.  I’ve been sneezy since dealing with weeds yesterday and I wanted to take a benadryl earlier, but I waited until bed time since I figured it would make me sleepy as usual.  And yet I’m still awake.  I tried sleeping but my mind thinks of all the things I need to do this week.

I was very productive today.  I did a million loads of laundry.  I have so many clean clothes now that they don’t fit into my two dressers and my closet is overflowing.  I finished cleaning my bedroom which included vacuuming and cleaning the windows.  I don’t think they have been cleaned since before I moved in 5 years ago.  I scrubbed the sink in my bathroom with a pumice stick which got rid of the cruddy buildup that was getting rather disgusting.  I washed the bedding for my bed and there’s nothing like crawling under freshly laundered sheets. 

I still haven’t heard from Matthew.  I guess I’m going to have to write this one off.  I just don’t get it.  I don’t know if he’s just got a lot going on, if he’s dating a bunch of other women, or if it’s me.  I used to think I was a pretty darn good catch, but perhaps I’ve been mistaken all these years.  Granted I’m not drop dead gorgeous and model thin, but I’m intelligent, kind, romantic, and relatively sane (compared to most women).  I have a good job, my own house, and a bright son.  I’m a decent conversationalist, have a witty sense of humor, and have a variety of interests.  Perhaps men really all do just think about one thing.  I don’t know.  It is frustrating, though.  C’est la vie. 

So it’s midnight and I’m still up.  I guess I’ll play some mahjongg or rollercoaster tycoon until I can’t stand it any more.  I wish I could get my body to cooperate a little more these days.