I should be in bed. It is late. I have to work in the morning. And after that drive for six hours. So I REALLY need my sleep.
But I am not the slightest bit sleepy.
Tired? Oh I am that. But sleep seems to evade me at every step... or non step as the case may be.
So many things are rattling around in my head. Stories I've been working on. Things that I've noticed. Emails to friends I want to write or should write or might write. Things that have happened that have been bugging me.
All jumbled up in a major mish mash of unrelieved mess.
I have GOT to get my pc up and running. I need MY computer. I have stolen Grandma's laptop to get online. It works every once in a while to relieve the NEED to whip a brief email out.
But I have discovered that it feels like wearing someone else's shoes. A little strange and uncomfortable. I want MY pc.
My web browser. MY favorites and saved passwords. MY SAVED DOCS AND PICS!!!!
Used Manolo just isn't the same. Neither is surfing on a computer set up to someone else's tastes.
*wrinkly nose face*
