I have a raping headache. I took head pills last night before bed, at 6 this morning and again at 8. It’s still here.
Morning Papers was something I read off a writing website. Apparently the best writers in the world do morning papers. You write whatever comes to mind first thing in the morning and gain some kind of writing experience or insight or some shit like that. Yeah so it’s not early morning ’round here but it’s the only time I’ve got.
Speaking of morning, I’m trying to get up earlier. As in 6 a.m. I don’t know how to go about this.
I’m wearing #allblackeverything today. It’s not a reflection of my mood. It’s a reflection of getting up late and not having time to think of a cute outfit for the day. I need some sundresses.
It’s no longer morning. I’ve taken over 2 hours to write this post about nothing in general.
I need to sleep. Sleep until I can’t sleep no more. Like, overdose on sleep.
I haven’t been domestic in weeks. Can’t remember the last real meal I cooked.
I’m glad I’m not afraid of spiders. One just decided to descend from its web onto my keyboard. Man, did I ever squash the itsy bitsy out of it.
“And when we’re done, I don’t wanna feel my legs,
And when we’re done, I just wanna feel your hands all over me baby”.
Peace and one love always.