Going to bed has always kind of seemed like giving up to me. And then getting up in the morning seems like giving up again. I am extremely tired on a relatively consistent basis. I don’t know what I’d do if I woke up one day and felt refreshed. The thought is unavailable to me. I do not know what that is like. I can’t really think of any rejuvenating activities for me. Sleep certainly doesn’t cut it in that department. Sleeping makes me sleepy. Maybe yoga...but it gives me yoga brain and then I’m all chilled out and nuts. Unable to function in a way that doesn’t cause alarm to the general public. Just a little off. Like, why is that girl taking so long to choose between those two apples and why are her eyes so glazed over? Move away slowly. Hold on to my purse a little tighter. Well, not my purse. With yoga brain I’d probably just leave my purse in the produce department. Ditch the extra weight and get in the giant vat of dried pinto beans just to see how it feels.
I know!
I am crazy and the effort to stay in reality, to stay out of the vat of pinto love, is extremely tiring.
I’m glad we had this talk. Now I’m going to stay up for a few more hours doing useless things in the name of creativity. Pass out later, maybe in my bed, and wake up to a cat or two biting my toes. Maybe at 7am, maybe a 1pm, whose to say? But seeing as how its past midnight, it'll definitely be today. And probably not 7am if I'm being honest.
Weird.
