Sleep Interrupted

I was in bed last night right after The Blacklist ended (If you don't watch this show, you should. I never intended for it to become something I watch, but the pilot had me hooked from day one.). I flew up the steps, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and after double-checking cat bowls, got … Continue reading Sleep Interrupted

Holiday Weeks

It's no secret: I'm fucking exhausted. Fibromyalgia, migraines, and two hundred truckloads of stress are slowly trying to kill me. Every day, I wonder if a heart attack or a stroke will take me out. I wish I were being dramatic, but I'm not. I would really like to curl up on the floor like a … Continue reading Holiday Weeks