(for your reading pleasure, i will copy and paste my a's into this blog).
the past few nights i haven't been able to sleep very well. i've tossed and turned all night, i've been waking up at odd hours. i've been having the strangest dreams... one dream my friend's apartment caves in, the next dream my co-worker is standing in my mom's front lawn mooing, and then later still some of my friends are trying to exorcise a giant bloody eyeball that is resting in a wheelbarrow. honestly, i couldn't make this stuff up (well, i couldn't make it up outside of my subconcious).
as i sit here with my morning cup of coffee (which i desperately need today, as i've already been awake for an hour, and i'm usually just now rolling out of bed), i'm listening to the storm roll through (for the second or third morning in a row now) and i am reminded that when the storms come, they also go. they sometimes leave behind damage, but that damage only creates character.
i wouldn't neccessarily say i'm going through any sort of major life-storm right now, but it has been a stressful month (starting in the beginning of march) that is rolling into a new stressful month at work.
i know it's nothing i can't handle, but it has been daunting at times.
but in a week, i'll be free (if only for a little while). my body, mind, and soul are desperately craving the week of freedom. the week of friends, live music, and the open road. (and even less sleep than i've been getting this week)