Yesterday was a snow day. Clients cancelled, shop closed up, nothing but lounging with netflix and naps.
I taken a nap and dreamt that my brother walked into my bedroom, sat down and made fun of me while he watched me play my video game.
When I woke up from my nap, my brother came in, yelled at me for not shoveling the snow and then laughed at the video game I was playing.
I swear to gawd I’m psychic. Not that it ever did me any good. Or maybe it has, it’s hard to tell these things.
Me – “The snow will be melted by tomorrow and there’d be nothing left to shovel.”
Bro – “No, it’ll be heavier tomorrow! Each shovel scoop would weigh 30 pounds!”
Me – “I can handle it.”
How do people sleep? I mean really? There’s always something to write about, or read about, watch on TV, a game to beat, hobbies to hob….
I’m laying here in bed at 1am, completely exhausted out of my head but I’m writing and I don’t even have anything to write about. And I can’t blame insomnia because I conquered that problem long ago when I discovered audiobooks and gloves (I have to wear gloves at night or I stay awake picking at my cuticles).
So I rely on naps mostly. Nothing beats a good nap.
Okay, ok, I’ll sleep dammit.
My future starts mañana!