counting stress

i tried counting sheep, but i began to count the different things that need to get done this week.

so. i remembered a funny thing that i do.

sometimes as soon as i get to my car after an event or the gym, i fart and i fart loudly. it's freedom. it's funny when you end up taking someone home or have a passenger in your car and you don't have the freedom.

:)


so. i came out to sleep on my couch. as a kid if i had trouble sleeping i would rearrange my body on my bed and sleep in weird positions. instead of my head at the headboard i'd put my feet there. the surprise put me to sleep.

i came out to my living room and saw an intruder. some type of bug. a huge huge huge bug. i thought it was a roach or a big black meanie bug. i think it was both or something. i hate bugs. i mean hate hate hate them. i get light headed and my arms get heavy. it's weird. there were lots of bugs that my dad had to kill after he heard me scream.

daphne was a great neighbor and wouldn't completely laugh at me when i'd call/text
her to come over and kill some type of bug.

this evening i came face-to-face with this bug. i looked around for something, anything, i found a glass. perfect. i'd cover this but with a glass. well i turned around and it was gone. squirmed into the darkness of my sunroom.

gross.

and now. i can't sleep.