I lied. I really wanted to write a nice lil blog filled with the guts and glory of my yesteryear but I have been having the absolute worst insomnia. For a girl that used to stay up nights at a time on a meth binge .. You’d think my body would be craving sleeeep! When I started this journey I slept for about a week straight. Of course I woke for meals and a true crime show here and there (I’m addicted to Paula Zahn, 48 hours and the like – my fav stories are about the guy you’d never expect maiming his family) I digress, after I got the sleepless nights outa my system I can’t get a restful night. It’s maddening! I’m up every hour scanning my DVR for a new show pertaining to my fascination mentioned above only to be freaked the fuck out by the dramatic music and dark and intense plot line – I try going back to sleep but refuse to sleep with my back to my bedroom door – I’m thinking irrational thoughts like maybe the guy who maimed his family broke out of jail and is stalking houses of people watching his show only to copycat his killings and make em look like a copycat even tho their the real deal. Hence this vicious cycle of sleepless nights and sleepy days. Did I mention I’m slightly neurotic and phobic?

I took a phenargan, hoping it’ll prompt some real REM. I’ll try to Write a meaningful blog post tomorrow. Yawn. Wish me luck!

Oh, I made this glorious dinner tonight (see picture below) Did I mention I’m
Sorta talented?