I got not a damn thing. I have gotten about 3 hours of sleep a night–not by choice, by the damn dh’s snoring–for about five days now. I can’t function properly. I have been having these fantasies. Not the good kind though.  Good kind make you wake up with a smile. My current ones, well… let’s say they ain’t right. See, I kinda figure it’s not right to lie next to a man and think of the many, many, MANY ways to KILL him.

Let me preference the rest with: I am an “off on a tangent kinda person.” Always have been so maybe that explains it….

So again, after hour three of awake next to the lumberjack of the year, and the debate between a pillow versus just using my hands spins outta control, I start thinking about my book plot and what I need to do to fix it. Segue into I have to come up with a post for this blog, plus I can’t forget it’s TAKS day for two of the kiddos so I gotta make sure they take lunch with them. And there were more, but I won’t bore you with the details…

Do you know how many things can pop into your mind, in great detail, in the span of a few minutes (it was like two–I was watching the clock)?

Is that what makes me a writer? Because I can be off on a tangent at lightening speed? Or… am I off on a tangent BECAUSE I am a writer and I can’t make it stop. I am always in a perpetual state of some tangent so I don’t know how to actually answer that. (Sadly though I can usually remember the trail it took to get from something like snuffing the dh to sack lunches–and it often times will freak people out the leap–worse yet the trial from beginning to end)

Needless to say, the dh got up unharmed and went off to work frowning because I have the nerve to be pissed at him for not getting to sleep last night and this is what y’all get for my post today. A ramble …. sorry. :neutral: