I'm Not Getting Sleepy

I have my sleep study thing tonight and I gotta admit I'm getting a bit freaked out about it. Okay, freaked out may be an overstatement, apprehensive is a much better word. I have to get there at 9 tonight (Katie rocks for volunteering to drive me) and I am there until 6:30 tomorrow morning. I wish I hadn't read about what they're going to do - namely the small metal cup electrodes they will affix to my scalp. That doesn't sound anywhere near fun or comfortable. Another thing concerning me is this: what am I going to do from 9 until 11:30 when I usually go to sleep?

Walking home I had all these thoughts going through my mind and I really missed Paul for a minute. This is the kind of time when I would talk to him and just hearing his voice would make me calmer. But that is not an option and thinking that led me to realizing Paul probably wouldn't have been understanding. He would have teased or mocked me for being a bit fearful of this, which probably would have made me laugh, but isn't what I need right now. So I only missed him for a couple minutes, but that was enough to kinda bum me out.  Does he miss me ever? Does he wonder how I'm doing? Blah blah blah...

I can't wait for this to be done. Bright side -  maybe I will finish my book club book finally.