My Bed Does Not Miss Me..

As it turns out, I don't seem to have the strong relationship with sleep I once did. My bed used to call to me, warm and cozy, so inviting. As of late, it doesn't appeal, and I find myself staying up later and later. Perhaps it is not the bed. In any event, I am tired, even when I'm sleeping, I'm tired. I'm up and tired, down and tired, I dislike the common here. Of course, with a modicum of help things could be different. Alas, this help little and on short order. I need to get a dog. And the dog needs a house.