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After two nights in a row of terrible sleep, I've been dealing all day with The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop.

The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop is under my left eye.  I could see it in the mirror as I was putting on mascara this morning.  I could feel it as I was driving to work.

Sitting in an Accreditation meeting, I tried my best to ignore The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop while I dutifully answered questions about my position and the state of technology integration at my school, eye contact kept short so no one would notice.

Sitting in a Curriculum meeting, I did my best to pretend The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop wasn't making the vision out of my left eye a little wonky.

Eating lunch, I pretended like I usually eat with my knuckles pressed under my eye, trying to calm The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop.

A few times, I've thought The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop is gone.  Sometimes, it feels like The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop has moved to my right arm.  

But alas, The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop keeps coming back.  I think I'll have to live with The-Twitch-That-Won't-Stop until I can get A-Full-Night's-Sleep - and who knows when that'll come next!