Tuesdays...

..................no. I don't want it to be a Tuesday. I don't want it to be any day. I want to keep hiding, keep running from whatever it is that I'm in such a state about. I'm ignoring almost everyone, everything, time passes by like it's in a bucket with a hole that cannot be fixed with a straw or stone. dear liza...
( ...hm. I don't know about this one. I think it's a freeform ramble. )

Paging the Captain---is anyone there?

There is certainly something wrong when someone who loves sleeping as much as I do is inventing excuses to not go to bed.

I'll try again, but lately the things I've had to think in order to fall asleep have bordered on...inappropriate.
Actually, some have been very inappropriate.

Constant Amazement.

Whew. Made it, and up early enough to shower, too.

I burst awake in an explosion of noise seven minutes ago.
Today's experiments seem to be successful. We shall see how I last through the movie.
Expect Red Bull to play an important part.

Good Day, ladies and gentlemen...!

Empty Places.

Things are okay again, and it's still Tuesday. I'm not entirely certain how a day has managed not to pass, but that's all right. I suspect the potato(e)s.

When you've brought the cold in with you, should you feed it and ...no, kitty. Don't eat the dried grass. It can't be good for you.

I'll try again--
When you've brought the cold in with you, should you feed it and keep it close to you...no! Don't eat it! It's long dead!

Again--
When you've brought the cold in with you, should you feed it and keep it close to you, or should you throw it out again once you realize your mistake? I've never been entirely certain.

Last chance.

Just...one...last....message....
and then I sentence everyone to a nice bubble bath, a pat on the back, and a firm "Job Well Done!"