Hoot-Rawring

I'm so tired; I feel as though I'm about to drop. Last night was sleepless. I went to bed shortly after twelve and I even had new fluffy pillows and a fan on and cuddley cat and ... nothing.... Around 3 a.m. I heaved out of bed and hopped on the computer for a few minutes, did some dishes, drank some water. Then back to staring at the ceiling.

I'm sure that it has nothing to do with the mountains of work I have to do at the library, the fact that Hope is gone for the week and I miss her, I have three dollars to my name until payday and can't get ahead, and that I'm dating someone I really, really, really like which is thrilling and terrifying.

I'm sure that has nothing to do with the insomnia.

So be prepared for nonsensical babble until I am able to wind-down for sleep. *Cross your fingers*

* David touched up my anchor tattoo today and, of course, that got me thinking about other tattoos I want.
* which made me think about getting a dinosaur or an owl because I like both creatures
* which made me think that it would be cool if someone artistic could drawing me a pen and ink picture of a hybrid owl / dinosaur
* it would be called an Owlsaurus.
* It would rawr-hoot at its prey
* it would be fierce and nerdy looking like myself
* My Owlsaurus would be named something dignified like Rutherford or Soames
* He would most likely have the greenish body of a vegan dino and the head of an owl with huge orange and purple wings.
* He would struggle with his inability to fly with his great bulk, but would find solace in botany, renaissance art, and dead rodents.

Do you see what insomnia has done to me?