the mind of a poet, storyteller, the music she loves, tales she tells, the places she goes, sometimes more, often less.
Friday, May 29, 2009
the delightful miss zombie
Whoa circadian rhythm, what the eff? I took an unexpected hour-long nap sometime last night. I was adjusted yesterday and my shoulders felt like rainbows and unicorns for once. I fell asleep in front of the idiot box and woke up confused and eventually went back to sleep. The weekend is already looming very busy. I am debating myself already on whether to take a nap this afternoon to prepare for what may be a long night or if I should subject myself to the yearly hell that is swimsuit hopping.