Restless Leg Syndrome and Me

Tried to go to bed early again last night. But alas, we watched our new fave show, Ghost Adventures, until 3:30. Then my restless leg syndrome that I diagnosed myself kicked in and I was done for. I hardly got any sleep, and I'm sure I was driving J up the wall with my tossing and turning.

Today was pretty productive. We went and checked out some places to live and found a definite possibility...a cute little house in a sweet and happy part of town. We drove by and peeked in the windows like creepers and it looks promising. Nice wood floors and lots of character. And two extra bedrooms perfect for visitors!!! :) And I stepped in dog poo when we were checking out the huge backyard, so we decided that was a good omen. No clue why. Just roll with me on this one. We're meeting with the landlord dude tomorrow morning at 7:45. Yes, that's AM so we for sure better make it to bed at a decent time tonight. Which might be difficult as it is CRS week in Nashville. This means absolutely nothing to me, but it could somehow benefit J so we will prolly have to take advantage of it. CRS stands for Country Radio Seminar...and it's when lots of music industry peeps are in town and there are showcases and partaaayyyys everywhere so everyone can do their schmoooozing and networking. Maybe I should pose as J's manager so I can feel like I belong. Then again maybe not, cause I'd look like a deer in headlights if someone asked me anything. Maybe I'll be J's manager with a severe case of laryngitis. I think I could do that.

On a side note, whilst driving around aimlessly today looking for places to rent, we drove by an obnoxiously large and funny shaped building on top of a hill with a gate that read, Mt. Richmore. J thought maybe it belongs to John Rich from Big and Rich, cause he's heard that he's kind of a douche bag. We looked it up when we got home, and lo and behold, it belongs to him. His neighbors hate it cause it looks stupid on the hillside, and it has bright lights that annoy them. So they all banded together and pointed flashlights in his windows to prove a point. Amen to those people.