Snowed in...

So, yeah...I'm sitting on a "bed" in the admission/discharge unit here at UNC. I've been tossing and turning for hours and just wish I'd pass out asleep. It's hotter than a bad girl in church and I've got the sniffles. How does THAT make any sense? The "rooms" are separated by curtains so I can hear everything the people around me are doing, everytime they roll over. Overall, it's pretty darn nice. I mean, besides not sleeping. I'm sitting here, connected to the internet on my cute little netbook that Jay got for me and, I'm trying to make the best of this. I'm debating whether or not to get up now and go shower...or to lay my tailpipe back down and force myself to close my eyes. There's a constant hum that I hear...usually that would knock me out like a baby. But, for some reason I find it annoying. I turned the oxygen on over my head :0) to try and drown out the noise and maybe put some clean breathing air between my curtains :) I've got a slight headache and the housekeeping man is whistling down the hallway. I mean, for real? I've tried texting Jay but he must be napping. Dayshifters arrived today, luckily. However, the bad news is that it doesn't look like I'll be going home tomorrow morning either. The roads are bad despite the fact that it's no longer snowing. I'm sitting here dreaming of a cup of coffee- warm and toasty and nutty. I can almost feel the hardwoods on my feet at home. To be honest, it feels like I'm in bootcamp right now. I know that I appreciate everything in my life, so why do I have to be stuck here? You'd think that without Seth crying, and without Jay's phone ringing and dinging every 5 minutes that I would have laid down and been out for the count. No sir-eee. I'm wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. I'll have to get up at some point and go down to my unit to shower. I hope it isn't disgusting where other people are using our shower!!! I'll post more pics and be chit-chatting soon. You know I can't resist. I'm so thankful for my little laptop. I'm thankful for a lot. I'm going to tiptoe to the bathroom and see if I can climb back in here and sleep. Sweet dreams and happy snow day to North Carolina!

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