it's a convoluted mess
I woke up and opened my eyes, noticing it was rather bright in the bedroom, like daylight was coming in. Bob was still in bed. My mind raced. Holy crap. The alarm didn’t go off. Bob’s late. He’s going to be all stressed out. What the hell time is it? Did I really sleep all night? My pillow is all hot and bunchy. I’m about to fall off the bed. And then I looked at… Keep reading…Not that bright…
Six more months…I have to keep reminding myself of that. Six more months until our lease is up. Six more months until Bob and I move into our own place. Six more months until we are out of the [in]direct line of fucking D!R!A!M!A! from an obnoxious, defiant teenager insistent on skipping school (or trying to) at least once a week by faking sick for one bullshit reason or another. Six more months.
This has become my every night. No matter what time I get up in the morning, I’m wide awake all night long. I crawl into bed with only a couple of hours until Bob’s alarm goes off for work. Something is not right. I don’t know what it is. — Something’s Wrong Tommy Stinson
It’s November 1st…there are so many things wrong with that statement I don’t even know where to begin. I suppose now that I’ve finished the whole 30 Days of Blogging thing, I’ll have to start writing real blog posts again. Again? *snirk* Yeah. I know. I laughed too. Modern code for homes is to have all smoke detectors hardwired into the electrical system with a battery backup. (As opposed to just being battery operated.) Also—all… Keep reading…I’ll take you on…
I got about three hours of sleep, woke up and stared at the clock for over an hour willing myself to go back to sleep, or at least stay in bed. And then I got up. Because tonight, the gears were turning. The gears are always turning, but tonight they were in overdrive. Serious overdrive. I’m mostly churning on writing ideas, but there has been a lot of random…bwuh?…thrown in for good measure. This is… Keep reading…Blink…blink…
So many nights I go to bed, fall asleep, wake up, look at the clock, and want to cry. It’s only been a couple of hours since I fell asleep and it feels like it should be so much later. I’m so bloody tired I just want to sleep…I just can’t. Most nights I force myself to stay in bed. I toss and turn, straighten out the blankets, flip my pillows for a cool spot,… Keep reading…Clockwatching…