Tuesday, September 17
Ramblings of a Sleep Deprived Mind
I'm rum-dum. My eyes are tired, aching. My shoulder hurts. I need to rest. I can't sleep. Argh!
I'd write, but I can't think straight. I'm working on an untitled novella titled only Starla, for the heroine. I just finished one called Shiloh's Song. They're connected, part of a series. In the state I'm in, I'd probably have Shiloh doing what Starla would, and vice verse.
There's no point opening a document and staring at it. The words run together and look like this afgd gyby oorts...gibberish.
The cats are restless. Running. Bouncing. Jumping off the furniture. They're as wide awake as me. Maybe I'll do some Wii bowling. No. Too much trouble to hook it up.
Facebook is the same old crap. Political ads by the thousands. 2nd amendment. Hate Obama. Recipes. The ones that make me cry--too many homeless pets that I can't help. The floods here in Colorado. Fewer and fewer posts by friends.
Online poker? I don't like to play cards. I hate Solitaire.
I check my sales numbers on Salesrank. Bleh. Think about opening that new WIP after all. No. I just can't work on it tonight.
Maybe I'll eat something. Not a good idea. Everything that sounds good is too fattening. Damn. Maybe a hot chocolate. Yeah, that's the ticket. Except milk gives me heartburn and then I'll be up an extra hour.
I could email the husband. He works out of state. Nah. I already talked to him on the phone tonight. Nothing new to say. I could sext him, I guess. No. That would just be weird. For both of us.
I'm tempted to go outside and walk. Bad idea. I'm afraid of the dark and the dogs are in bed. If I wake them up to go with me, then they'll be up all night, too. Barking.
My neighbor gets up at 4:00 a.m. If I can't sleep soon, I'll still be awake when she leaves for work. I could go over and ask for a cup of coffee. Would that startle her that early in the morning? She might shoot me.
Well, I've killed half an hour here. Only a few more hours until dawn.
See you then.