I mean it.

1. Why is it that you can’t wake up enough to shut the window because the air is blowing on your face and giving you a terrible headache, but once you do wake up, the pain is so bad that you wonder how you ever slept in the first place? 
2. Why do some folks ask your opinion or advice when they know they’re just going to do what they want anyway?
3. Why does Rousseau have such massive flipouts about thunder? Poor pup. Wait a minute. He can go right back to sleepy time when it’s over. I should make him get dressed and go to school with me. Holy carp, a big clap of thunder just hit and he is now glued to the ceiling. Mercy.
4. Why is it sometimes so easy to let one thing ruin your day?
5. Why is entertaining the possibility of a huge change in your life so scary? I guess it’s the unknown.
6. Why is the unknown so scary? Must be based on our intrinsic fear of falling (or failing).
7. Why am I insomniatic until it’s time to get ready for work? I could sleep like the dead right now, but it’s time to get going…

FO

I just spent 45 minutes making a grocery list for the Thriller for this weekend, explaining, in detail, everything he should look for (he’s wonderful like that — very patient and thorough).

Why didn’t I just get up 45 minutes earlier and go myself? Cripes.

And why is it that I finally got a good 6 hours of sleep, and I still feel like a dustbin? Answer me my questions, um, two.

Don’t drink two café mochas before and during an evening rehearsal and expect to sleep through the night.

The words to “Shakin’ at the High School Hop” and “Born to Hand Jive” are permanently seared into my consciousness. I ran through both songs about 60 times each.

All. Night. Long.

Lionel Richie, signing off

With one exception. One of my classes misbehaved for the substitute teacher. That’s a bad thing. Gonna have to deal with it.

Do you feel lucky?

The good thing: drinky test came up negative. So it’s on to the next thing. J’ever feel like you’re falling apart from the inside out?