Greener Grass

I’ve been wishing lately for bouts of insomnia, so that I might have a better chance of completing all of the tasks and meet all of the deadlines that loom over my head. I wish I could spring out of bed at 3am and pay the damn bills already, upload photos so the grandparents will get off my damn back about it, read the mounting stack of information I need to know for my job, go on a maniacal cleaning spree. Because seriously, insomnia (and I should clarify: productive insomnia– I’m not about to lie there and stare at the ceiling, nossir) is the only way any of this shit is going to get done.

But alas, my head hits the pillow at 10pm every night, and I sleep the sleep of the dead.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s