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Tuesday – Can’t Write, Must Sleep
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What’s it been? Two weeks? More?
I think if I could sleep, I’d be able to write. I want to write. I think about writing every day. But evening rolls around, and I fall into bed and can’t move.
Until 3 AM, that is. That’s when I wake up. The first time. And then at 3:30, or maybe 4. This waking at 30 to 60 minute intervals continues until my alarm goes off and I drag myself into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
Which lead me to make this declaration: miracles are overrated.
( A Halleluiah I could have lived without; )
.
.
What’s it been? Two weeks? More?
I think if I could sleep, I’d be able to write. I want to write. I think about writing every day. But evening rolls around, and I fall into bed and can’t move.
Until 3 AM, that is. That’s when I wake up. The first time. And then at 3:30, or maybe 4. This waking at 30 to 60 minute intervals continues until my alarm goes off and I drag myself into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
Which lead me to make this declaration: miracles are overrated.
( A Halleluiah I could have lived without; )