Last night I may have bit off more than I could chew. My letter to Freddy Bear kicked my ass. I am surprised that this was the hardest piece thus far for me to write. I just started crying in the middle of it. Then I just slept on the couch. The couch is where I sleep when I am not doing well. My couch is very close to my front door, and my hyper vigilance kicked in, which meant that I would be catching zzz’s on that red couch.
Writing that piece broke a dam in me that I didn’t even know existed. I have to get it together because I have two papers due tomorrow in two graduate courses. Bad timing!
I did a whole bunch of things to try to feel better today:
- I went to my favorite diner for Eggs Benedict,
- Walked through Petsmart to see dogs,
- Sat in the Barnes and Noble cafe and read dog magazines, and
- I ate watermelon for dessert.
Still, though, I think I’m going to be sleeping on the couch again tonight.