I had a horrible night last night.  Not last evening.  Last evening was good.  Tommy and I put up the shelves for the "window boxes" on the porch, I played some more FFI (take THAT, Tiamat!) and Tommy made REALLY good burgers for dinner.
No, the problem was bedtime.  I couldn't get to sleep.  An hour and a half after I went to bed, I was still staring at the clock.  And again an hour and a half later.  I must have dropped off for a few minutes at some point, because I don't remember Tommy coming to bed, but I was awake at 3:26, 4:39 and 5:40.
The little bit of sleep I did get?  Was broken up by nightmares.  Killer sharks got into Sealand and were eating all the baby Orcas (Yes, I know Orcas are pretty fierce in their own right).  My dad was mad and disappointed at me for not getting the plumbing fixed yet.  Vague uneasiness about the Vashta Nerada (damn you, Doctor!).  Some asshole bureaucrat looked at my old transcripts, decided I hadn't passed American History and dragged me back to high school.  And somehow there were all interconnected.

Actually that last one is based on real events in my life.  My family moved from Minnesota to North Carolina between my 9th and 10th grade years in school.  My Senior year, some jerk in the transcripts office decided that since I hadn't passed their 9th grade social studies, I couldn't graduate unless I took it.  Hmmm, lets see: I was in the top 5% of my class, took nothing by AP, Advanced and 4th year series classes, had passed AP European history with FLYING colors the year previous, and this idiot thinks I "skipped" 9th grade social studies because I couldn't handle it.  So, two weeks into the year I was yanked out of my chorus class, which I was really enjoying, and dropped into remedial 9th grade social studies.  While I was not at all pleased, at least the class managed to be amusing and boring at the same time.  And of course, laughably easy.

At any rate, shitty night last night, I'm craving chocolate and/or ice cream today, but all my chocolate is at home.  Couldn't even sleep on the bus, as the guy I was sitting next to thought he deserved half my seat, as well as his, and the guy behind us wouldn't shut up on his cell phone.
Also, managed to shut up crazy-train-person on MARTA for a while this morning.  He was pontificating loudly, on Lady only knows what subject, so I stared at him to be entertained.  He asked, loudly, what I was staring at.
"You."
"What you starin' a' me fo'?"
"Because you're talking.  Loudly."
"That's a goddamn lie!"  And then he ceased talking for two stops.

At this point, I think it's something like ME: 5, CRAZIES: 0

And, of course, today's photo:

This is the front lawn advertising for a massage parlor just down the street from my job.  I'm terribly amused by it.