Blogging day 2:
Oh my goodness... here is a mental image to start things off for you.
scrambled egg looking things a little too crispy, dumped out on the floor and trambled on. The cat came to check it out but didn't want anybecause they were so over-cooked. The dog came, and instead of eating them like the cat wouldn't, it kicked them into the yard.
This image is non other than how my brain feels at the moment. And it's been getting so bad that hanging out in the "yard" so to speak is fine by mean. Yard, sleep deprivation... tomaTOE tomatuh....
Ay yey ye....
Have yo ever felt like that? like the whole day is in fast forward and no matter when you want to tell it to stop it just wont?
It's almost like you lost the T.V. remote and your favorite show is being fast forwarded clear to the end... WHEN DOES IT STOP?
I hate this feeling, with a burning passion that could out burn the sun, and the stars, and everything else in the expanding universe. Before you know it, I'm going to be looking up at god in all is blazing glory and I'm going to say, "Oh my gosh, no way is that really you? I thought I was just eating dinner at the table with my parents! I'm sooo unprepaired..." when truth be told I'd be in my 90's doing whatever it is I may be doing.
How awkward would that be?
So I feel like, if you're not prepared enough to think about that, well hey, somethings got to change right? But the question is what. Because, in my mind I feel as if I'm that same old woman and everythings just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. It's like... situations of the future have all been played out in my head that I don't even feel like the day is "really" happening. It's all just another story unfolding before my eyes in an all too real way. I just don't understand. Truly.
So should I sleep or try to study and find a solution to this weird feeling going on inside my head and sucking away my time? Because I know the instant I lay down, I'll dream some fantastic dream and wish it never ended. Then to wake up and realize real life is happening... sigh....
Oooookkkk, Bed it is! Lol, this is kind of one of those.... writing unconcious things. ....
....nigh-night........
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