Here I sit. I cannot sleep I do not know the answer. I’m thinking about a million things and waiting for the laundry to be done in the dryer.
I should try to lay down soon, so I don’t feel like crap tomorrow.
I don’t feel tired. I know later when I do, the fatigue will sneak in and fan the flames of depression.
Then I will reach for some sort of caffeinated elixir, and be right back where I started.
If only there was the promise of some exciting dreams once I fell asleep. My last dream was about a snowy parking lot and a truck being stolen. I want my dreams to be more than that!