Where’s the off button, please?
I can’t sleep. My mind is racing and it won’t let me shut down for the night, even though I’m EXHAUSTED. This STINKS.
My house. Disaster. Boxes everywhere, some to go to Good Will, some to go to New Jersey, some to go who knows where. Paper work is everywhere…my office looks like a bomb went off. And don’t even get me started about the kitchen.
I need a plan of action. I need help, but I don’t know with what exactly. That’s how disjointed I am right now.
And in the mean time, I’m watching my cat do crazy half races against her self across the dining room floor. She’s wondering why I’m not in bed, either. That’s where I want to be. I want to be sound asleep right now. Unfortunately, my brain is a hot mess and is making me feel a bit schizophrenic.
Maybe I’ll go see what’s under my bed.
Anyone want to buy a click bed? Seriously…I need to get the thing out of here.