the junk in my head

Some nights are sleepless and filled with strange dreams (like your mouth full of stitches because your gums are all rearranged; thanks E! Television). I woke up confused and exhausted, my eyes squinty and my brain in denial that morning had indeed come.

Luckily this doesn't happen very often, because when it does every cell in my body wants to abort the wake up mission, and return to bed. Stat.

Some days are a foggy blur of people talking, working on 'stuff' and going through the motions (wake up, eat, work, walk, gym, eat). I'm focused entirely on getting through to Then when I can roll my sleepy self into bed and curl up, with my pillow scrunched up just so. In the meantime, I have to do a job and drive around running errands. It's dumb, really.

Tonight I'll wear earplugs and ignore the night sounds that kept me up last night. I'll try not notice when the dog starts wagging his tail at 6:30am for his walk. I'll look away from the "Top 20 Best and Worst Plastic Surgeries" or whatever other disturbing show is on TV at the gym.

I swear. I'll do at least two out of three.

sleepy hedgehog courtesy of petsblog

sleepy kitten courtesy of wailoong.com