full of bad ideas
I’m having trouble sleeping. I love my bed, and when I go to bed, I’m usually really tired, but I wake up feeling like I didn’t sleep.
I am that person today: clutching her coffee cup for dear life, babbling incoherently at co-workers, laughing at things that aren’t funny, confusing patrons (and self), and tripping over things. I bet people think I’m on drugs or drunk. I’m not.
I fell down in a fire pit yesterday. But it was worth it. My hair still smells like bonfire. I love that smell. Patrons been givin’ me the “something stinks, and I think it’s you” eye.
A nap sounds perfect. I can feel the bags under my eyes swelling as the hours go on. One more to go…
I have an orange rind stuck in my teeth.
Scratching post.
An ancient raisin woman just walked in wearing a pink sock tied with a string as clothes.
Home, plz.
