Screw you Sandman.

I am sleep deprived. This little girl does not like to sleep at night. Last night was the worst. She would only sleep in 10-15 minute increments from 1:00am-10:30am. Seriously. I'm pretty sure I'm close to dead.

I don't know why but Ricky Martin's Livin La Vida Loca just popped into my head.

Ricky Gervais. I heart him.

I also heart Louis CK. I need to finish watching his show tonight. Have you guys seen his television series on FX? I downloaded the first season and we've been watching it. He's my favorite comic. My hero. Seriously. He's like the male version of me.... but infinitely funnier. I wish he were my friend. He makes me feel like I'm not the biggest asshole in the world. You should youtube some of his stuff. You won't be disappointed. Unless you're really sensitive and don't like his type of humor... in which case you totally fucking suck and I'm glad I don't know you in real life. You probably wouldn't last three seconds around me and Christopher.

I went to take a shower the other day and there was dried up baby vomit in my cleavage. They're no longer fun bags... just food bags and apparently a hiding place for baby vomit.

Isabella likes to throw up on me. She has only gotten a teaspoon of throw up on Christopher. He thinks it's funny that she turns her head to throw up on me. Seriously... she'll turn her head to throw up in my direction. What is that about?

Christopher goes back to work tomorrow. Fuck... Me... I am exhausted already thinking about not having anyone to help share baby tasks during the middle of the night and all during the day. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Okay, this is all I have energy to post.