I just woke up and smiled like a newlywed at the thought that I don't have to work tomorrow. The lack of pressure to have to sleep is practically intoxicating to an insomniac. So I've had a glass of water, and I'm thinking of what I'm going to do with my luxury of time this weekend. I don't have one blessed thing I have to do, or one place I have to be, for the first time in weeks.