Sleep facilitator wanted
Once again, two am. Once again, not sleeping.
I’ve got nothing to say. Everything is my head is boring to me. I’m laying on the unfolded hide away bed/couch in the living room.
My bed when I was growing up and finally got my own room was a green, plaid couch that pulled out into a bed. I slept on that decrepit thing for years. I couldn’t sleep back then either. It’s possible that the insomnia back then was caused by the big metal bar that always jabbed my back. Before I got my own room, I slept in bunk beds with my younger sister. I had the top bunk.
One wall of my room had large picture windows. I used to sit up late at night looking over the back of the scratchy, dusty couch, out the window wall into the back yard. Sometimes I creeped myself out. It was spooky back there. It was the midwest. The back yard had lots of trees.
Andy took me to Pet Smart the other day to coo over pets. We we’re already at another store nearby so it wasn’t nearly as weird as it sounds. We met some very nice birds. I’d like to go back and visit them.
I’ve come to the conclusion that as a child instead of bonding normally with my mother, I bonded with the cat. I think this is why I have the same reactions to cats and kittens as normal women have when they see a human child. It’s just a theory. I’m still working on it.
My head hurts. Someone put me to bed please.







