what do single, happy people stay up at night worrying about?

So, after a brutal allergy season (which seems to be continuing through the holiday season) I dragged my butt to the doctor...
...and left with three prescription medications which I am supposed to take for two weeks and then see him again.
I never take medication, I mean, sure, aspirin, over-the-counter allergy medicines, and a bunch of homeopathic remedies, but I never take prescription medication.
(I was going to write a paragraph about how much stuff I pump into Youngest but I am restraining myself as it will only upset ALL of us and we need to keep in mind that I did every known alternative therapy with him before we walked this path, okay?)
I did my eye drops, I used my nose spray, I took my tablet, I went to bed.
MY GOD.
(Here, also, I was going to say that trying to sleep was like the Bataan Death March, but the Wikipedia link was just too gruesome and I couldn't come up with a suitable alternative. Hey it's 2:28 am, sue me.)

And what am I thinking as I toss and turn?
You know you want to know...

Haircut at 9, which is good as I look like Paul in the early days, run to get flowers, lunch with M, and D, home to make cranberry bread FAST as guitar teacher is first recipient...no dinner...can they eat cranberry bread...free all day on wednesday, can that be? must make the cookies, can do it then...gah, music teacher, what to do, what to do...appointment for Youngest after school wednesday...no santa visit...town on thursday, damn those breads are not going to make themselves...still no shopping list for holiday meals...is K off the day before christmas eve? WHEN THE HELL IS CHRISTMAS EVE? That was so cute that priest at the doctor's...will post on it...must write post on gifts from Japan...maybe I can do breads now...no too noisy in kitchen...the damn faucet drips...it IS guaranteed...can't remember name of French faucet company...maybe plumber can fix it when he does bathroom...and that should be sometime in 2009...shit! Middle's concert is Wednesday night...haven't told K...where ARE his black concert clothes...floor of room...must put in laundry...should have gone with Bataan metaphor...would be much thinner if I were on a death march...I could do it...am very strong person...WHO AM I KIDDING, my arm is still killing me from allergist and I can't stop whining about it...okay, so, not a good death march candidate...wonder if they found those climbers yet...okay, can't get on world problems...must focus on the holidays...that homemade wrapping paper AINT GONNA MAKE ITSELF...