scatterbrained and overheated

In between cups of tea and hacking my brains out, I've been puttering around.  Did not accomplish any great tasks tonight, or today, this week even.  My insomnia is something I've gotten used to, but I occasionally get a decent night here and there.  It's been about two weeks now and my patience is running thin.  It leaves me feeling scattered.  Moving from one thought to the next, one task to the next.  But, I vacillate between two primary thoughts.

1. My husband's aggravating me. 
2. I'm beyond frustrated.

Lest you think badly of me, it's not that being irritated gets me horny or that being excitable makes my husband seem more annoying.  Although, I admit at times, because of our situation, the latter can be true. 

I can think of important worldly topics, finish simple tasks and such.  I just keep returning to the same familiar territory.

I get in these moods, where everything seems to cry out at me.  Where ice clinking in my glass reminds me of laughing under the covers.  Where certain songs from Diana Krall and Julie Roberts play on, looped in my head.  Where showers have stolen moments, and dish washing leads to thoughts of sex on the kitchen counter.  Where I undress as if I had an audience, and applying lip balm becomes lascivious. 

I either have to make up my mind to leave or hire myself a pool boy.  (I have no pool of my own, but that is beside the point.)

Ooh, ooh, I know.  A personal assistant.  Yeah.