It’s 3 a.m., and I can’t sleep.
Tylenol PM at 10 p.m. - check.
Melatonin at 1:30 a.m. - check.
Wide awake at 3 a.m. - check.
It’s been a busy week, and I’m already tired. Tomorrow, or should I say today, is hump day. Halfway through the week.
I’m almost asleep, and my mind just replays the past two days, every conversation, every thought, and plays on my insecurities.
Insecurities? Like I have freakin’ time to have insecurities. I don’t. Have time, that is.
That man I love is out of town until tomorrow night. It will be good to have him home.
Today, I noticed a buzzing in the wall, I think it’s electrical. I told him about it tonight, and he said, “Babe. Call an electrician first thing in the morning. It could be a short.”
i told him I would, we finished our phone call, and then I thought, “Crap. I bet it’s freezing in the morning and I won’t be able to get an electrician. And then, what if it is a short? What if the house burns down?”
Yeah. Really conducive to sleep.
Guess I’ll make up sleep tomorrow night - after my 7 am breakfast run, and 8:30 meeting, then scheduling appointments for the next week, then a 3 p.m. conference call. I feel like every part of me is s.c.r.e.a.m.i.n.g. Here's proof.
Ayyyyyy! Such is mi vida loca.
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