cindy the insomniac

Apparently these days, I don't sleep at night... I have to get better at that... well, there's always a ton on my mind but instead of sorting them out I'll eat a mint Brussel and tell you a couple of secrets...

1. Almost every time I walk into a bathroom alone and push open a stall door, I brace myself to see a dead body.

2. Every now and then I'll get distracted and, while doing my own thing, I'll catch a glimpse of someone beautiful. Slightly jealous, I'll glance back up to size up the competition and realize I'm looking into a mirror, feel foolish, and shrug it all off.

Hmmm... Everything is finally on stand still... I feel a void of drama... And it's not that I necessarily want the drama, it's just that after so much after so much to deal with, it seems so absent that I don't know what to think. OR. Maybe there could be more drama but since I've had so much drama I'm trying to slink past it... Maybe that's why I stay up late and sleep in... Less time to think about things and more time to disappear. Oh that's terrible! And not true. I'm happy with life. I really am. And I know everything will work out the way it should. I'm excited for when everything will be in play again. ok! I'm going to try to sleep. Wish me luck... 3 and a half hours before I need to be up and running!