Ay.
Last night I slept like crap.
I binged on chocolate and soda at work and tempered it with salad at a Board meeting last night.
I was definitely buzzing. My glycemic index was off the charts.
Hee-hee. I sounded like a hyper kid, giggling and talking a mile a minute. In my mind I had a genius stream of ideas.
When I got home I had difficulty falling asleep and my consciousness came and went every 2 hours.
This morning when I woke up the the NPR coverage of the surge blatherings my head was pounding.
This was my sugar hangover.
Oh God. Then I heard El Cucuy do a numerology breakdown of the 9-11 coincidences and I thought about my cousin, the firefighter in the twin towers and I got introspective.
It was a day I really felt sad for the world.
Tomorrow Ramadan and Rosh Hoshanah begins. I don't believe in coincidence.
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1 comment:
You don't need to believe in coincidence, you just need to believe in the existence of a lunar calendar. As a woman, ahem, this shouldn't be much of a stretch.
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