Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious!!

Do you ever have one of those nights that you’re body says, “Okay guys, we are tired! Bedtime!!” And the rest of your joints and muscles rejoice?

So you do the whole bedtime routine… brush your teeth, pee, wash your hands, look at your face full of makeup and sunscreen and say fuck it; knowing it’s terrible for your skin and not caring, taking note of the rats nest that should be brushed out -but it’s just too much work and so you shuffle yourself to bed.

Then…. You lay there. You roll over… and roll again. Now you’re wrapped up in your blanket… so you adjust. Upon adjustment you lose your comfy spot. So you rotate once more. Only to find your hot rotisserie a few more times. Foot out, foot in. Hokey Pokey and once more turn yourself around. Find that spot. Now your buddy says, “Okay, we’re ready to drift off!!” aaaaand your brain decides to mentally shoot 4 shots of espresso.

That was my night last night. 3:20 glares on my phone screen and I resign myself to insomnia nation. I’m thinking all sorts of things. From the mundane to the monumental, from person to person and the things that I’ve acquired all the way through the things I’ll never have. None of these strings of thought helping me through my crisis.

So here I am, crashing and burning while at work wondering how many people out there find this entirely relatable. The true question is.. what really happened when I was three?!

Yours in exhaustion and zero mental clarity,

CR