The mind is a terrible thing. Mine plagues me. Tonight, it started out slyly, by reminding me of humiliating moments in my life that make me want to gouge my brains out when I think of them. Just when I thought I had succeeded in forgetting them. Nothing earth shattering, just things I wish I'd never said or gaseous expulsions I wish I could have been warned about by my traitor body before they actually expulsed. But now, as I lay in bed, my mind takes a deleterious turn, and forces me to think of all the saddest things that could happen. Just when I thought that being in Austin for the weekend had cured my insomnia temporarily...
Yep, this is a pretty typical blog post for 4 am.
1 comment:
Ugh. I hate when my mind does this. All my failings and embarassing moments, re-analyzing my moments of success for any failings and shortcomings I surely must have missed. And it's always while I try to sleep, no wonder America is so addicted to sleep aids. BUT I really think you should read Emily's Ghost. It's such a good book, about Emily Bronte.
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