So by now we all know I’ve had a wee bit a trouble sweeping – I mean sLeeping…so last night I actually fell asleep around two woke up approximately at eight. (You have no idea how much deleting, retyping, more deleting and write’n again so readers will be able to decipher these symbols I’ve put in this typeface.) Yesterday I got semi-emotional of a Walgreen’s commercial. I need to stop watching TV…

The Point: When I do get a bit of sleep… I have these wonky dreams. Last night I had a bad dream I can’t even remember what it was. The other day I dreamt about my old house in Chicago (the 112 year old Victorian,) funky ghosts. Books falling out of moving vehicles. I dreamt my puppy (of 13 or so years,) died. I don’t want anything bad to happen! I just feel a little upside down.

Maybe I need a job? A new hobby? *HA!* how many more hobbies does someone need? Obviously one or two more! … help me ronda help help me ronda…. Who the hell is ronda????

My head just exploded.

I got contacts.