I’m very excited about Saturday. The biggest fattest most awesomest thing ever, in the history of, well, boring little me, is that we’re going shopping for a king-size bed. And not just any king-size bed. We’re going for a Tempurpedic -- a squishy, comfy, cozy, gorgeous beast of a bed.

We had been waiting to buy a new bed until we purchase a home, but you see, Steve has the dreaded PLMD, which means that each jerk of his big toe and kick of his leg sends movement through the springs and then the bed jiggles and shimmies. As a result, I have had very, very little sleep this week.

This can’t be. I have way too much work to do over the next five months to be walking around half-awake. I need to be on my A-game, since how I perform will have life-long consequences in terms of my success, and the success of the people around me at work. There’s a lot at stake, and if I do well, then the returns are exponential. And if I do a shoddy job, I risk becoming replaceable, and that is simply not an option.

Today? Today is not an A-game type of day for me, and I feel pretty darn terrible and muddy-headed and unfocused. This is an impairment that I don’t have the luxury of tending to.

So tomorrow. Tomorrow I will get my new bed, and I will spend as many hours in it as possible this weekend, except when I’m watching the Super Bowl. Go Giants!