I cannot turn my head off, and the thoughts that flit inside. So I am awake, even though I've taken my meds. I can feel my body slowly getting tired. By slowly, though, I mean at a glacial pace....
I've decided in this late hour, that besides blogging, mothering, and wifing, another dream job of mine would be to sincerely and lovingly respond to some famous person's fan mail. I could be that girl who just writes letters to fans all day. I'd be good at it. But I'd be better at mothering and wifing. Yes they are verbs.
The medicine is kicking in, and I am having a hard time remembering what I am saying, even when I reread it, it all looks like the Autobot language to me now. I'll write better after a drug-induced 8 hour coma I just started to put myself in.....
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