Quickie

Quick blog before I go to work.

I'm not feeling quite right. I went to bed last night feeling pretty low. (Reasons of my own doing... kind of) My legs were restless for a few hours and it kept waking me up. And I swear when I feel kind of bad going to bed my dreams are more vivid and real. When I wake up I wonder if I really did what I remember. What I remember from last night is once Rob got to bed. I woke up and was whining Loud. I threw my Pooh bear at him. I was kicking around because of my legs.

I have no idea if this is true or not, but if it is. Baby I'm sorry.