12:48 a.m.

I can't sleep. It's almost 1 a.m. I'd rather sit up and drink water and eventually go back to bed rather than toss and turn.

Had a pleasant weekend. I bought two books: "How Proust Can Change Your Life," and "Essays In Love," both by Alain de Botton. I enjoy his writing.

Went for dinner with my husband on Saturday night. The beginning and end of the meal was great, but the middle consisted of a discussion on caring that got heated. The discussion carried on during dessert, and because the tone of conversation was dark, I ate piece of strawberry rhubarb pie without really tasting it. It was an odd discussion; it was the way that it was presented that led to confusion and me asking why we had spent a half hour discussing the topic at all. We agreed that in the future, we will make our intentions clear in the beginning to avoid a misunderstanding. Today we agreed that the dinner was a pleasant experience after all because we had an arc; we felt we had grown, which made me feel relieved, and then I recalled the flavour of the pie and the baked brie and baguette I had eaten. Perhaps it's best to save a philosophical discussion for after a meal. Definitely after dessert.

It's now 1:45. a.m. Time for bed.