- ~I don't know why I eat food so particularly. I am a save-the-best-bite-for-last kind of chick. Dustin used to laugh and laugh watching me eat (back when it was still a novelty). For example: A piece of bread. My favorite bite is the one where the top crust curves around and meets the bottom crust. It's particularly yummy and I like to save that bite of a sandwich for the very last.
- ~I also don't know why I am so compelled to stay up so darn late every night. At 9:30pm, as I walked out of the kids' room after getting them to bed, I wondered to myself what would happen if I just went to bed right now? Just go to sleep at 9:30? That would be weird. I thought I might feel better in the morning. I might not fly off the handle like I did earlier in the evening when Ella was being a whiny beast. I might, just might, get up early and write in the morning. *YEAH RIGHT* I don't know why but I just resist the thought of going to bed anytime before midnight.
- ~I don't know why I have moments where I feel great, like I can handle things, and then 38.3 seconds later I feel like an office chair that fell off the back of a truck going seventy on the freeway. How can one go from smooth sailin' to a broken shell of herself in a matter of seconds? The answer... I don't know. Perhaps the truck carrying the chair just hit a bump in the road and the chair was not secured, strapped down, wedged securely, etc... My life is the truck, my circumstances are the road, and my state of mind is the chair. Hmmm....
- ~Clearly, this is not a very clear post and I am feeling rather random and dim-witted. Ah well... that's what happens when you get carried away in a post the night before and don't finish it until 3am. Dim-witted, murky randomness!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tue Pose a Question
Why oh why? That is the question. This applies to many things. And the answer is: I don't know.