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Sparkle (1)
(originally posted on My Really, Real Reality)
I stayed up too late this weekend. Every night I was up past my bedtime. I'm not as young as I used to be. I'm a gal who needs her rest. I chose to ignore that this weekend. Today, I pay for it.
I'm in that sleepy place. The one where I'm running on auto-pilot. The one where my mind doesn't really productively function, but rather just goes through the motions. The one where if I stop moving, I'm pretty sure it's over.
At this point I'm even scared to sit down and fold the laundry. I feel pretty sure that if I do; that is exactly the mindless sort of task which will cause me to drift off. Leaving the sleepy place for that nap place.
On second thought, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea.
