Sleepless night makes for a sleepy day. I guess this is one of the wise things said to me when I was a young girl. Well, brilliant. Bravo for whoever first said this. It keeps playing through my head as I toss and turn, toss and turn.
Along with this continual sentence that I keep repeating, a stack of books by my bed are talking to me, a to-do list is growing very very long, how I can be nicer, stronger, healthier, and more creative are creeping in and how no matter what time I drift off, I will be wide awake at first light. I stink at sleeping in. I envy those of you that can sleep till lunch time.
Now, if I could only get something done, but the house is quite. Everyone is asleep. I can not accomplish much and be brilliant at this hour. So, I…
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