Where am I?
Sitting at a desk I purchased in 1997, redesigned over the years by cat claws and duct tape.
Why am I here?
If you knew the number of times I’ve asked that question, you’d laugh.
I’m at my desk, typing on my computer, at 1:00 in the morning for one reason:
Did you know that if you scramble the word Insomnia you get:
- I in moans
- O man I sin
I’ll be doing editing for about an hour. Writing is not an option. At this moment, I have the creativity of a moth circling a light bulb.
When will I finally get to sleep? I can guarantee it’s not going to be in the next 10 minutes.
Let me tell you what the night has been like so far.
- Toss and turn wondering why I can’t sleep.
- Go into the bathroom in an attempt to pee.
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