For some reason the last two nights have been bad. I have been unable to sleep. I tossed and turned and couldn't get comfortable. I couldn't tell if it was because it was hot in our bedroom or not. I mean it was, but I didn't know if that was the reason I couldn't sleep. The other possibility that I've thought of is the possibility that I can't stop thinking about my story. I've been writing so diligently that I can hardly think about anything else.

To make matters worse, I fear I've been a real bitch to Berek lately. He is so sweet that he pretty much just writes it off, but I feel bad. Yesterday, after he got home he said, "We should head to the comic book store soon." and I said something to the effect of, "So go." or "I'm not going." I'm not sure which. I think that he was taken by surprise and was upset by that. I apologized to him and decided to stop being a brat and just go.

After the comic book store I decided to continue to write my story. It has been coming along nicely, but I think I've really thrown myself into it. I truly can't think of anything else except the storyline and where it's going to go. I hope that one day it'll be published. :) Then I can say that I've achieved a dream of mine. :D

In any case, I just wanted to get my attitude and sleeplessness off my chest. It's been bugging me. And Berek, I'm sorry.

Berek is going to a picnic in Malibu for his work today, he wanted me to go, but I can't. I have to go to work today. By the time he gets home, I'll be at work. *sigh* I really need to go to the beach sometime. I think it'll be really beneficial.