(I dont care what that time stamp says , it’s wrong.)
I cant sleep or type… all I can do is chain smoke cigarettes and pace around my room… there is a book signing?
Ummmmmm… I need to go, I want to go, I have to go. I can’t go. I need baby sitter, will I need the next day OFF from work?… I will need some one to drive me in and out of the city. I need to go, I want to go, I have to go. I can’t go. What if she doesn’t even want any “CASCADE” people there?
………. I will NEVER get to bed tonight……
UPDATED: This is why I love my fellow women bloggers, when I am too tired to express what I am thinking or feeling; when I can’t find the words within myself, one of them, inevitably, comes along and articulates it perfectly.
To quote Jod{i}Â from Beyond The Cracked Window.
 ”The burden of feeling lost. The bowels of our gut, hurt. Or is it the elation of a quickened heart?”
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