Chips

Reluctantly pulled the covers over my body for a minute before I realized my desire to sleep and my desire to think conflicted. 15 steps later, down the stairs and to the left I sit at the kithen table with a half empty chip bag and a 16 oz. container of sour cream. My mind has decided to brew a fresh pot of caffeinated thoughts that hinders me from sleep...but needless to say I indulge anyway.

The funny thing lately is my mind likes to do this thing where it has an umbrella affect. The umbrella represents the main idea while whatever is under the umbrella represent the sub categories. Surely you know what I'm talking about. I am an average girl with an average thought process. Nothing new here.

I dip and chew some more. As provocative as it may sound I'm starting to believe I have an oral fixation. I have to have something in my mouth at all times, whether its food, a water bottle, a pen, my fingers or chewing gum. It's funny how we develop these habits that help make up who we are.

I sit on my bed now and continue to type away. Dusty (the dog) has decided to joined me where I find myself to be oddly comforted hearing his deep breaths as he exhales against the carpet. He is a rather dopey black lab, but don't tell him I told you so. I enjoy his companionship at night.

Funny how quick you can get tired once you turn the lights out. It's almost midnight so it's just as well. I have a long day tomorrow. Driving to Long Beach...the farthest away from home I've ever driven.


I'm still restless.
Dierdre