stream of consciousness (Blog Challenge)

Sometimes during allergy season, when I blow my nose, spray shoots out of my tear duct - but only my left eye. I learned a long time ago not to park under telephone wires. When I got these funky new glasses, I realized that they'd really only look good if I was wearing makeup, and I thought, "shaZAM! This is just the kick in the pants I need to actually make myself up everyday!" It lasted, I think, two days. Roughly every hour or so, I think about Dani being in New York City and I say to myself, "SELF, this is not fair. Here you are scooping HER cat litter and doing HER chores and ..... wah." I'm jealous. And yet, I'm thrilled that she's getting this experience. Today, I asked her if she's taking pictures. "I have an amazing picture of a squirrel," she answered. Not exactly what I had in mind there, Dani. Tonight at 8 o'clock, I was yawning my head off. I pushed through that and then caught my nightly second wind, just as I knew I would. But I also know that if I stay awake past two, I might as well stay up all night, 'cause even if I go to bed, I'll just lie there awake thinking of the things I could be doing. Don't know what it is about that 2 o'clock mark. Even when I'm exhausted and the computer screen gets all fuzzy on me and my fingers can't grasp a pen properly... .doesn't matter. If it's past 2, I won't sleep anyway. It's 2:41.

the challenge: Just write. Stream of conciousness. Doesn't matter if it even makes sense. Who cares if it flows. Just start. Just type whatever pops into your brain. Go.