I'm writing this at a quarter after 11 after having already tried sleeping for two hours and failing miserably. The hamster wheel in my head is spinning over every mistake I've ever made, and there's a jukebox playing every song I've ever heard. I got out of bed when it hit Supertramp's Goodbye Stranger.
I couldn't sleep the last two nights either - because I pulled a muscle in back while blow-drying my hair. You know that muscle behind your shoulder blade? That's the one. Well, that's not the problem tonight. Derp.
My brother had Supertramp's Breakfast in America album. He's going to be 60 this year. How the hell did that happen?
Speaking of which, I'm old enough to be a grandmother. Not sure how that happened either. I was at the first Monsters of Rock concert in the Pontiac Silverdome, for petesakes. I used to headbang and eat anything I wanted! Now I screw up my back blow-drying my hair and my innards get messed up when I consume too much bread. Getting old blows. Zero stars, do not recommend.
If you weren't paying attention... like I wasn't... Easter is a week from Sunday.
So, Hubs was talking with a neighbor today. Apparently, there are druggies using the abandoned farm to do... well, drugs... and they're wandering around through field and forest. And another neighbor's own big dogs attacked and killer her little dog and bit her when she tried to save it. Ummm... Yeah. So, now we must beware of roving addicts and vicious pooches while out and about. We live like 90 minutes from the nearest city and a half hour from the closest Walmart, but whatever. The neighbor is a young guy with a wife and a baby, so he's a little worried about them while he's at work. Hubs told him she could call here day or night if she needs to. I'm all for it, but it's sad. We shouldn't have to worry about whether a young mother and her baby will be safe in her own home out here.
It was super foggy this morning. On my way to work, I rounded a corner and almost ran over a rabbit. He just darted right out into the road there. Lucky for him, his fluffy white tail stood out against the dark ground and I hit the brakes. Silly wabbit.
Okay, well, I should probably go try to sleep again. I'll schedule this for an hour and twenty from now, so it'll post at 1 like it always does. And then I'll drag my butt to out of bed in about 6 hours. Yay. I'll definitely need extra coffee in my coffee for this Thursday, lemme tell ya.
What's on your mental plate today?