In-stinks
Where did a word like instinct come from? It’s that feeling inside you screaming things like: Run! Hide! This is a good person. This guy sucks. You’re going to fight off a migraine… Continue reading
Where did a word like instinct come from? It’s that feeling inside you screaming things like: Run! Hide! This is a good person. This guy sucks. You’re going to fight off a migraine… Continue reading
As you may have guessed, I can’t sleep. When I’m bored, I start trolling through memes, so I went on a very popular social media site and looked through Granny’s Funnies and sarcasm… Continue reading
Yet another unsatisfying moment with God, the universe, or whatever. Hello God, the universe, or whatever I’m talking to. I’m back. I never left. Show off. There’s a cat next to me wanting… Continue reading
TONIGHTS FORAY INTO THE NO SLEEP ZONE Write a post. Make some toast Surf the net Stroke a pet Drink some water. Call your daughter. Take a shower. Read an hour. Meditate Medicate.… Continue reading
What goes through the mind of a blogger at 3 in the morning? Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING. With that in mind, I looked up memes about “Nothing.” Really. There are more memes about “Nothing”… Continue reading
Don’t feel like taking a ribbon ribbing today. This might be part of the problem: …but it’s 3 in the morning and I can’t have any…of anything… Most of the time, I’m… Continue reading
I was going to sleep in today — and still might. Sleeping from 12:30 to 5:30 in the morning is great for a few people, but not for someone needing 8 hours of… Continue reading
My brain wants meditation music. Yet I’m listening to George Thorogood singing, “Bad to the Bone?” The overthinking brain whispers, “I don’t care.” The subconscious says, “I’m not listening.” Insomnia by any other… Continue reading
I just took a chill pill (code name: Ibuprofen). It’s 12:51 on the Battlestar Insomnia. Though I’m not fighting Cylons, I often think the office copy machine/fax/scan/staple thingy is trying hard to become… Continue reading
The turmoil of a mind refuses to stop talking at me. Drift away…drift away…feel your toes relaxing, your legs, your hips, your arms… Darkness….peace…almost there. My mind bounces off a celestial trampoline that… Continue reading