it's a convoluted mess
Not really. It’s just a Train song. (I really need to ask Bob to help me with getting the custom “now playing” field back on my posts.) Though if I actually drank I probably would be blasted right about now. But I don’t. So I’m not. Alas. Instead I’m sitting here at ungodly o’clock with a mug of tea steaming up my glasses and I’m pretty sure it’s mocking me. The anxiety pit has been… Keep reading…I’m drinkin’ tonight…
Listing… 1.) Insomnia is a royal bitch. 2.) Every twenty-eight days, my uterus tries to kill me. This may or may not be a large contributor to list item number one. Currently, at least. The rest of the time is a mixed bag of fun. And by fun, I mean EFFFFFF Youuuuuu. 3.) Somebody told me recently that I’m young in terms of changing my mind about having kids. I’m 35. So…no. No I’m not…. Keep reading…Willing to bet it…
Listing…because insomnia. Sleep is for the weak. 1.) I’m listening to The Monkees. Because I like them. 2.) I have an itchy, scaly Proactiv Patch around my left eye. I’ve been coating it in Cetaphil, but my paranoia is in overdrive. It’s been 14 years since Proactiv Solution corroded my face off, but that is exactly how that clusterfuck started. 3.) I’ve been stabbing at some stylesheets for different blog themes. I’ve lost most of… Keep reading…Give it more than a try…
It’s after six in the morning. I haven’t slept. The in-laws are supposed to be coming over right around the time Bob has to leave for work so his dad can beat Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta (TM) into submission. Or hook up his battery charger. Whichever. It’s Monday. I’ve been working on a story project for the past few months that is a very slow slog. I am actually quite in-like with what… Keep reading…Been off that track…
The only light connecting me to where you are… I don’t know how many different posts I’ve started and deleted lately. I feel the overwhelming need to write something, but…I got nothin’. Nothing coherent, at least. No, no. Less coherent than usual. It’s four-something in the morning and…guess who’s not sleeping? I had a few nights in a row in bed at least. And it’s now Friday so…weekend. Emerson Mouse and I (Do you think… Keep reading…Four in the morning and I’m staring at the stars…
Oh hey, Insomnia. How’s business? I have some expletives and rude gestures for you. *AHEM* ANYWAY. a.) Emerson Mouse and I are sitting here, done with our lukewarm tea, staring at 6AM on the clock and not feeling the least bit tired. We went to bed at our regular time and never fell asleep. Two-plus hours later, we got up and here we sit. Yes, the “we” in this scenario is me and a stuffed… Keep reading…Won’t let it bend…