My posture is traditional tonight, as I habitually recline myself against my headboard while occasionally spreading my toes with every break in-between sentences. I look to the clock as I reach for my night stand drawer, where I dig up the hidden treasure; sleeping pills. As I unscrew the lid and tilt my head back intaking a swig of water, I can't help but linger at the thought of all the things I needed to do in the morning. The clock says 2:30am...but it feels like 8:00pm. Silently rationalizing the thought of forcing myself to sleep, I stare at the blank wall in front of me. For being a blank wall, it sure triggered a head full of thoughts. After clicking around and avoiding the truth, I proceed to diagnose myself into having Attention Deficit Disorder and label myself as the worst blogger in the history of blog writers.
I can never seem to finish,
~Dierdre
