It’s that time of season when this:
leads to this:
As a result, here’s what happened in my mind last night as I was trying to fall asleep:
This book’s fun.
Gosh, my bed is warm.
[hears gust of wind outside]
No, I’m not letting you in!
What would I do as a vampire?
Who’d be my role model – Aidan or Lestat?
My ears have been ringing for over an hour.
Someone must REALLY be gossiping about me…
Is that an old wives’ tale or just something my mom made up?
I don’t know who’d be up at-
[checks clock on phone]
-3:14 am, anyway.
Did I have caffeine today?
[thinks through everything I ate/drank]
Scary that I can do that.
What day is tomorrow – Wednesday?
These are normal questions when hibernating…hermitting…hibermitting.
This is going great.
No, boring. Count Almosts… What am I at – 46?
Hmm… No, not thinking about THAT.
Galcon is Welsh. Evant is French. Hack is Colombian. Matsuri is, what, American? Poor guy is so uninteresting.
Well, he IS based on-
[edit omission to protect myself]
Did I email everyone back today?
No, I will NOT email/text at-
3:20. Great Sky, this is ridiculous.
Coke! I put Coke in my rum!
Er, you know what I mean… I know what I mean.
Am I talking to myself?!
This is how it starts.
Well, crazy Aunt Dora lived to be over 100, right? Decent trade off.
I wonder if she was an artist/writer/whatevs.
Gosh, darn, heck – did I just THINK ‘whatevs’?
Not okay, brain.
But I DO wonder if she had journals.
I would SO follow the blog of a crazy person.
Like that poet who writes the conversations she hears the voices having.
…I should write this down.
Me, too! I would SO follow the blog of a crazy person.
Oh, wait…I already am.
Hahahaha! I just took my two kids to Meijer for badly needed groceries. After 7 straight days in each others’ faces, I have half a nerve left and the grocery store was a bad choice.
I actually took to whispering, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Take the Wheel, Jesus” as I maneuvered through the aisles. I’m sure I looked deranged.
My dinner choices have been increasingly more creative as I deplete my resources for fear of venturing out to Meijer.
I’m sure you were in good company. 🙂