On one hour of sleep concentration evades me. I'm still wearing my earrings and shoes from last night. When I look in the mirror right now I look haggard--like my "September Song" painting. Maybe it's not healthy to stare in the mirror for so long. It makes me sad...anxious about what happened last night.
On one hour of sleep I'm too tired to tell the story again.
Then I remember B's advice about showers--the rememdy to all things with no short term remedy. OLTL is on Soapnet. I don't have the strength to follow...I've missed too many episodes lately and it requires some mental agility to catch up. Pathetic, considering I should be writing some lofty paper, or at least grading some exams...
Maybe later. Now for the shower...
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