June 17, 2011 by Heather
Up late, in the bathroom floor with the cat. In here because, well, it is the only separate “room” in our teeny apartment where I can humor this random bought of insomnia without waking Andrew.
I guess the restlessness isn’t entirely random, but then it kind of is since I am usually pretty good about falling asleep somewhat quickly, if not eventually. Not so much tonight.
My brain is on overdrive, which does not make for a sleepful state of mind.
I just can’t stop wondering why this and why that. I know it is useless to think such thoughts, but boy are they running rampant.
Like, why do I say way too much sometimes.
Why are my fingernails peeling.
Why does it seem so hard to alter my personality, even just a little.
Why, when things seemed to be going so well, does a cloud of poop have to come take a big ol’ dump on my parade.
Why do I dwell on things so much and let them fester and take over my brain.
Why oh why can’t I go to sleep.
Why is cat litter so freaking expensive.
Why do some people take themselves, and everything around them, so seriously.
Why am I reverting back to my angsty, 19-year-old self.
Why did I eat so much dang fiber today.
Why can’t I work for Ron Swanson.