Tailgating & Insomnia

Haay! I really don't have much to say today. Like, really. I've been staring at these few words for many minutes now. I think it's going to be a fun weekend--even though I'm not going to the game (insert sobbing here). My brother and some of his friends are staying at my house and I think a bunch of my Besties and I are gathering for a yummy dinner tomorrow night. I'm pretty sure I'm going to sink into a depression on Saturday--picturing everyone at that very minute having a blast tailgating and hog callin. I seriously cannot recall a time in which I've missed a game. Even when Scott and I lived in Memphis we made it to every game. Even when it rains--I'm there--tailgating in the back seat of a car and waiting out the thunder under the bleachers. I honestly think I'm most sad about missing tailgating. It makes me way happy and is probably one of my top 5 favorite things about life. It's just so much fun and part of the whole SEC football package. You can't go to a Razorback game and not tailgate a solid 5 hours before the game starts. It's just unnatural. Even when the game starts at 11 am. That's what breakfast burritos and mimosas are for! Ahhh.....I've gotta stop. I'm just getting more depressed.
Hmmm....m'kay I guess I'm done. I need to go to bed since it's almost 11:30 but I'm really not tired. I suffer from insomnia and there is nothing worse than laying in bed wide awake. Especially if your spouse passes out 5 minutes after his head hits the pillow. So not fair. This is all Scotts fault anyway. I don't like sharing a bed. When I'm alone, I get the best sleep ever. Sharing a king bed with Scott works just fine. I can't wait to own one of those. Queens are too small for 2 people. I need my space. AND, any kind of sleeping pill has the total opposite effect on me. AND my restless leg syndrome does not help matters either. Mom and Grammy both suffer from insomnia. It was bound to happen to me and it makes me really sad.