Really, I am not a pill popper. I actually hate taking medicine, but will succumb to promises of clear nasal passages and a restful sleep when I am feeling like hell. I definately fell for it last night, my throat killed and the Theraflu box, felt my pain. Unfortunately it did not live up to its promise and instead of having a restful nights sleep, like Luke finally was, I had caught his case of monkey brain on top of my cold. Bouncing all over the place and barely finishing one thought before another so kindly chimed in, here are some of the things filling my brain instead of dreams last night.
Was his mom mad that he got that tattoo on his arm? Maybe she has one?
There has to be more words that start with Qa in the scrabble dictionary, what the hell are they?
I really miss smoking cigarettes sometimes.
I am still pissed off…repeated over and over like counting sheep. Not good at all.
Luke’s hand feels really big in mine.
Did I forget to reassign shoes to the right product groups at work?
What should I wear tomorrow(I always am thinking this)?
Why can’t I be thinking of something meaningful and profound instead of all this nonsense?
HELP!!!!
http://www.jango.com/stations/51050;tunein?u=0&song_id=88038&proxy_id=388835
http://www.islumber.com/?s_kwcid=can’t%20sleep|1310163893#
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