People, people, people.
I almost gave up on you today. It’s not you, it’s me. And I mean that. Someone is playing a cruel trick on me recently. And by “someone” I mean my subconscious. I’ve been dealing with the worst bout of insomnia I’ve had in years.
I can barely function and I don’t know what’s bringing it about. I just hope it fixes itself tonight so that I’m well rested for my girls’ weekend road trip to see my best friend perform in an opera at Oklahoma City University. I’m sooooooooo excited. Two of my other best friends are driving into Austin tomorrow night and then we’re hopping up Friday morning and shooting straight up I35. Except for the multiple coffee breaks, of course.
It’s going to be so nice to get away! I can’t remember the last time I had a girls’ weekend. The friends I’m going with are totally low-key and awesome, so I’m super excited. They are my best friends ever! Plus the one I’m going to go see. This would make a lot more sense if I had used noms de plume for my friends. Or if I had had more than 3 hours of sleep last night. Hindsight, hindsight.
I was taking a nap when the UPS man almost scared me to death. I forgave him, though, because he was delivering my Clinique package! Oh my word, everything is so beautiful. I have this obsession with new products and unpacking them and trying them in a way that doesn’t mar their pristine appearance. It doesn’t matter if it’s an eye cream or a new lipstick, I am equally as excited. I think I have a sickness.
So my nap was interrupted. And though it was interrupted for joy, I am still exhausted. I have passion for nothing except shiny Clinique packaging and my snuggly couch. So forgive me. I’m so out of it I literally just remembered I haven’t eaten anything today.
To make up for the awful, lackluster posts recently, here’s a segment I like to call “Pictures of Puppies.” Enjoy.