I can't sleep

Among the various turns my life has taken that I never anticipated, I never thought I would be living with a prostitute. In this case, by living with, I mean sharing a bed with. Not having anticipated that, one of the many aspects of that I hadn't given any thought was that prostitutes keep really weird hours. That they will be out late is a given, I guess, but that people call them at 4 in the morning because they just woke up or just got off work and they HAVE TO HAVE A FUCK RIGHT NOW was something I didn't expect. There are two (at least) drawbacks to this situation for me. One is that Kayla will probably not be back yet for me to wake up and make love to when a decent hour to wake up, say 6:00 or so, rolls around, and the other is that right now it's 4:40 and though I should be sound asleep in my baby's arms, I'm wide awake with really very little to do.

That's all for now. I wonder what's on the tube.