and breathe, just breathe.

...the fortune teller who read my tarot cards on New Year's Eve also told me, "... you don't sleep well."  Oddly enough, on that night I found myself thinking, No, I sleep fine.  Last night, as I tossed and turned with anxiety and a multitude of thoughts, I realized that she was right.  I don't sleep … Continue reading and breathe, just breathe.

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to sleep, perchance to dream.

2:37 am: The time my clock read when I unfortunately woke last night from a dream I wish I was still dreaming.  Actually it was a dream that I wish wasn't just a dream but instead my reality.  Rolling back over I thought about falling back asleep right away hoping to continue the dream, but even my half-awake mind … Continue reading to sleep, perchance to dream.

begging for the truth, so i’m saying this to you.

When people show you who they are, believe them. Maya Angelou If you want the truth, I have no idea what to say but I know I have to say something.  I've been distracted all morning and Selena just asked me what was on my mind and, like I told her, "I have no idea."  Maybe I … Continue reading begging for the truth, so i’m saying this to you.

whatever happened to me; whatever happened to you.

It's been a Norah Jones-kind of night for me.  I've been listened to some of her songs and even thought about watching My Blueberry Nights.  If you haven't seen it, I recommend it.  It's a simple pleasure of mine, with Natalie Portman and Jude Law along with Ms. Jones as the main character.  It's nowhere … Continue reading whatever happened to me; whatever happened to you.

you are my sweetest downfall

Those lovely sounds from the Chicago streets woke me up and I'm having difficulty falling back to sleep.  Thank God for Facebook.  It provides the perfect relief for the insomniac in us on nights like these.  As do blogs.  I hopped on to see if Alisha had posted anything today.  (She's in my hometown, Pittsburgh.)  Nothing … Continue reading you are my sweetest downfall

fml: and on top of it, my head hurts like a mother…

I'm taking it to my blog instead of making one of my friends deal with a bitchy, sleep-deprived, angry-at-the-world email... The past 24 hours have royally sucked.  You know, I actually handled the whole being locked out of my apt/ door jammed situation fairly well, which is shocking to me.  I mean, you try being … Continue reading fml: and on top of it, my head hurts like a mother…