Comet McNaught above Ashburton, NZ, 2007
I probably should have written this before I took the Ambien, because now my eyes are shutting and what I had intended to write about is gone...gone to wherever Ambienesia thoughts and acts go to die.
I keep drifting off and coming back, I hope I don't Ambien-say something completely inappropriate.
(six hours later)
I'm awake now! And now I don't really remember even writing those first two paragraphs, but, ooookay...
I mean, I'm sure I wrote it. It's not like I think a ghost did it. Chelsea believes that there is a ghost or spirit or entity or whatever that lives in this apartment.
She says she talks to it.
I try not to think too hard about things like that.
6:30 a.m. on a Friday. I have to start getting ready for work. I PROMISE I'll be fully present this weekend.
It's just been very hard this week, you know, going to work every day and stuff. LOLOL
I'm cracking myself up. I guess you had to be there.
So...as not to make this a wasted entry, I'll leave you with this:
It's tomorrow! Are you ready?