So apparently drinking espresso at 9pm when you have to get up at 7 the next morning is not the best idea. I feel like a kid with a Christmas Eve birthday who just had three plates of ice cream cake and is now supposed to stop playing with his new puppy and go to sleep and wait for Santa.
I've cleaned my entire house, learned ten pages of lines, watched Cribs, cooked dinner for tomorrow (I don't usually cook dinner for TODAY) and cleaned my Swiffer. I feel like Kelly Ripa on Sudafed. If I had the supplies I would probably paint my room. And it's 2:42am.
I actually just finished painting my room a couple days ago, but the "soft parisian mauve" I chose has turned out looking like what I would imagine the color would be if a grandma barfed up babies. It looks like a nursery. And as I'm not planning on Angelina-ing anything anytime soon (unless they're baby kitties with the supernatural ability to not die when you run off to Mexico for a week), in the words of Ella Fitzgerald; something's gotta give. And what that's gonna be is lavender.
It is now 3am and still no Sandman in sight... On another front, I ate 3 bananas today. Did you know that there is such a thing as a banana protector? For reals. I saw one the other day. It's tupperware shaped like a banana so that when you want to carry a banana around in your purse it won't get squished. Genius.
Okay, so clearly I am going crazy and it is time to go drug myself with Nyquil so I can sleep. Kidding. That stuff actually gives me terrifying nightmares. Instead I will lay in bed and stare at my soothing lavender walls until they fade to black.
Or fade to sunlight.
Yours 'till Niagara Falls,
-aj
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