Venting...

so, it is 2am....and i'm on about every medicine known to man thanks to the doctors and I can't sleep. My back feels mostly ok, but I'm going on night 3 with like no sleep and I'm about to go insane. I'm blogging because I'm sick of staring at my ceiling in the vain hope that I can sleep. For some reason I keep thinking about the strangest things. For example: I kept getting names stuck in my head that I would want to name a son if I ever had one...and then I had to look up what the stupid names meant. Ok, so now that I sound completely crazy (I'm blaming the insomnia and drugs for that), I'm going to try and go back to staring at the ceiling. sorry again for this blog. please just look at it, laugh and forget anything said here. :)