I Don't Believe You, Bob Dylan is playing.
Sometimes I can't muster the activation energy to get off the couch and and move to my bed.
Sometimes I am laying in bed waiting for Phil to come to bed. I am worried that I will fall asleep before he comes and then he will come in before I am totally asleep and I will wake up and be more awake than ever.
Sometimes I need to do stuff.
Sometimes I lay in bed thinking of things I need to do.
During the day, mainly the afternoon, I am really pooped. I want to take a nap desperately. But when I nap, I can only sleep for about 20 minutes. Then I wake with a start even if there is nothing to "start" about.
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