It is the bane of my existence. I currently wait for the washer to finish so I can switch it so I may lay some claim over some well deserved and well needed sleep. I’m not lying when I say I look terrible. Sleep is the only cure, and being preclose tomorrow means there isn’t much resting after I get up at six am with the kiddoes.
So I come here. Because I am interested in having yet another conversation with myself. Sometimes I just need to type useless conversations simply for my own sanity. This is one of those times. I wish I had the ability to just stop thinking sometimes.
I can’t find my phone. Sigh. This is going to bother me. I’m not sure where it is. (insert sad face here)
So I hunted down my phone. It was under my bed. But alas, my popularity shows by me having nothing waiting for me. Good grief I am such a whiny attention slut.
I’m thinking I am ten minutes away from sleep. I think I hear the washer spinning. I hate laundry. I hate keeping track of it while it washes, I hate waiting for it to dry and judging by my bedroom I hate putting it away. I am just incompetent at it.
No hope for me and the laundry. We will be bitter enemies until I can pay someone to do it for me when I marry some old rich guy and make him my elitist sugar daddy.
That probably won’t happen either just because I’m so dead set on being in love. Stupid love. Stupid warm feelings of joy and amorousness for another person.
Blah blah blah
Dear bitter Lady,
Quit whining. That is all.
Go to bed!!!
I need to wait on the laundry
I know, but you should sleep right after that.
Maybe I don’t want to, maybe I want to rebel against myself
Maybe you are crazy
Duh, we know that already
True, but now you ae showing people.
I am sure I am not the only person who talks to themselves
Nope, just the only person to post it here maybe, I question that someone has one this before.
Whatever, go to bed crazy lady
I have to check the laundry
So check it
But I’m talking to you
You are talking to yourself
Maybe I do need to go to bed.
Good night bloggers,