this nightmare keeps repeating
It’s 2:30 and I can’t sleep. My brain says “go to Twitter” but I need to stop. I can’t do another doomscroll night. Keep me off Twitter please please keep me off. I can’t take it anymore! What is there for me anyway. Some laughs sure. but the cost is high, the rage and frustration all-consuming. tomorrow I’ll wake up bleary eyed and cross and it will only be Tuesday.
So okay. Just stay off Twitter and try to go to sleep, so this nightmare will stop for a blessed quiet few hours.
I haven’t even been able to crochet! because the puppy (who is really the only thing worth waking up for) is obsessed and refuses to let me do anything yarn related, at least not without her generous, very toothy, massive knot-inducing assistance.
If I fall asleep right now I’ll get 3.5 hours of sleep. No problem.
Also, I keep coughing and sneezing and I know it’s allergies. but maybe it’s not and so if I die please know I never really loved anyone in this crummy life except for Patrice Bergeron.
and M knows exactly what to do with my phone.