I can't sleep

What part of I only slept 4 hours last night does my body not understand? I was going to read myself to sleep earlier with a book that J lent me, but I have finished the book and am still awake. It was really weird and interesting but I'm thinking more weird. I drank coffee this morning which is unusual for me and now I wonder if it's responsible for my sleeplessness. Seems like a bit of a stretch since I drank it at 5:45 this morning. On top of that my face hurts and it's really hot in here, but my feet are cold. This is nonsense. I have a doctor's appointment today and I have a feeling I'm not working tonight. I don't know what makes me feel like I need to suffer for my company's sake. They have a million other reserves out there they can use instead of me going to work feeling miserable, ears, face, throat hurting. The end of my nose feels like I bumped it in my sleep or something... Weird... I also need to spare my other crew members the agony of being around such a whiner as myself anyway. The sucky thing too is that my family is going to the farmer's market, little 5 and stone mountain today and I really wanted to go with but I can't now :(.

On a less complainy note - I was browsing around and was reminded of something I think about a lot at work. Whenever I work I see all different kinds of people. Depending on the day it could be a few hundred that walk past me and I say hello and serve them. And each one of them is so amazingly different from the next. I've seen people that don't fit my mold of beautiful in my mind, but when I see them they are very beautiful in a totally different way. I've seen weird people, ugly people, tall, short, skinny, fat, young, old... It's amazing to me the variety God gave us. It's also amazing to me that no two are exactly the same. When you deal with so many people it's easy to not really look at them but to see them as a whole group of people, but every now and then I get caught up in the realness of each person. The fact that their life is a story, just as interesting and complex to them as each of ours are to us. I heart people. Sometimes I hate people but today I heart them. Maybe cause I'm lying in my bed and not arguing with them over whether their bag really will fit in the overhead - though I never argue. I just let them try and then smile smugly when they have to bring it back to me cause it doesn't fit.) Someone should come entertain me.