I've been both exhausted and unable to sleep. It has become worrisome and anxiety producing. I walk around in a coma. I worked out both morning and evening yesterday and thought I'd be ready for a good night's sleep. Woke at two. Woke at four. Four-ten. Four-twenty. I decided to get up at five, but fell back to sleep just then. Woke at seven-thirty. I am not sure how much sleep I've had or if it is "good" sleep. I do know that I have butterflies in my stomach at the thought of the day.
I haven't my usual time to write this post. My mind is unfocussed, my body a mess. I am full of feelings, though, and they do not run the rails of what is popular on either the left or the right. I am no centrist, believe me, but it seems that the lines have been drawn all wrong. I am feeling quite freakishly alone.
I must rush now for I have to leave the factory promptly today in order to meet a model for an early shoot tonight who once cancelled on me in a bad way. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me. . . you can't get fooled again.
Wait. . . I must have been high. I reported that I had many loving and concerned messages for me when I got home. Oooo, I'm worried now. Though I'm not tempted to get a bunch of cats, I'm still worried.
ReplyDeleteI think you need one of those annoying lapdogs.
ReplyDeleteIt will keep you busy.
It will also attract a lot of ladies, when you are taking it for it's walks...
:-P