I haven't had time to write lately.  Actually, I have had some time to write, but I haven't physically been able to type anything.  Well, I have been physically able to type, but I haven't wanted to.  I'm tired.  I want to sleep.  I can't think straight.  I feel emotionally exhausted.  I feel physically exhausted.  I feel like I can't take another step or think another thought.  It's Ilsa.  She's not sleeping.  She wakes up every two hours at night.  She doesn't want to eat baby food, so she wants to nurse all the time.  I have nothing left to give.  Seriously, I have nothing left to give.  I can't keep up with her.  She's happy about it though, don't worry about her.  She loves getting up at night and she loves spitting baby food out and she loves to scream about being hungry.  She's having a great time.  Meanwhile I'm physically and mentally wasting away.  I'm not sure I'm really typing right now.  I am sure I'm not making any sense.  I know I have no brain left and am pretty sure I'm sleeping right now.  Cheers.