I can’t sleep. Wah.
Why is it that I’m so damn tired yet I still can’t sleep? After last night’s freak out, which wore out my already exhausted self, I thought for sure that I would be out cold and possibly even sleep through the night. Ha. I slept for an hour. 60 minutes. WTH?!
Oh well. Moving on.
Today is the 1 month mark to my birthday. My twenties...are numbered. T minus 31 days. Good grief. I’m sure once it actually happens I’ll be fine but getting there is going to be difficult. It already has been. Over the last few weeks I’ve literally found myself stopping dead in my tracks pondering how I got here. So soon? really? I’m making a big deal out of nothing, I know. I know I know I know but still, 30 already?
I could use another month or two I think.
