counting sheep

I never thought there was a such things as being too tired to have sex. Don’t laugh; I’m serious! I’ve never been the type that couldn’t stay away to do it, or even have the energy to do it. Now tired and miserable the morning after, I get; but not too tired to get it done. But I have been in th e past few weeks since I’ve taken this new position. More work, more responsibilities, not enough pay. Same thing, different day. Only this new position is what has me up writing this post at 1:15 AM. Stressed, overwhelmed, and frustrated. Wide away, and not because I got some great lovin’. I should at least be reaping the benefits of being up and not sleeping but basking in the afterglow of great sex. But no, I passed out as soon as I hit the pillow at about 9:30 and here I am 4 hours later up. This blows!