SLEEP / WHO NEEDS IT

Ever since coming east for this trip, I can NOT for the life of me fall asleep like a normal person. I’ve never had trouble before passing out as if it were my job. But for some reason for the last week, I lie awake starving for corndogs (?), brain whirring with worry, everything from I SHOULD PLANT AN HERB GARDEN to WHAT IS THE REST OF MY LIFE to DO I HAVE SKIN CANCER to I WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SHOT. At some point between 1 and 3 am I pass outside inside of an anxiety spiral, dream of living within in a giant sponge, wake hours later,  unsatisfied. The only, LITERALLY the only plus to apparently my new life is the vortex of awkward wedding photos I found at 2 am the other night after clicking an errant link which also accidentally sent me to porn. SO I’LL JUST LEAVE THEM HERE.

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