So, here I sit once again, plagued by sleeplessness.
It’s the same story only on a different night.
A thousand thoughts fill my head, yet I can’t put my finger on just one.
But I’ll try …
Will I be able to wake up at 5:00 am when the alarm goes off?
Will I make it to my Dr’s appointment? Or should I reschedule? Do I even really want to go to the appointment? Should I go?
Will I remember to pack my Roc cleanser discs? If I forget will the wrinkles that I’m staving off suddenly appear? What if the stores back East don’t carry them? Will I be forced to use an inferior product?
Are the crickets singing or are they speaking with one another?
When will I feel better?
Am I making the right decisions?
Should I take a sleeping aid?
Why did Lulu get hurt? Did I give her too much medicine this evening because I couldn’t see the lines clearly?
Was Eve really sinful? Or was the fruit?
Will I ever be able to wear the new wedge heeled, brown, Mary Jane’s that I purchased some time ago? And, why in the world is my wardrobe freakishly lacking in the color brown? If I buy more brown will it over power the black?
Maybe I should stop writing and polish my silver jewelery.
Do rainbows really have a connection?
What will the movie be on the flight?
Why don’t I have chocolate in the house?
If a butterfly fluttered its wings against my cheek, would it tickle?
How do I relax?
Am I just rambling?
Why in the world did I attempt to apply red nail lacquer this evening?