THOTS
can’t sleep on this Friday night
trying to talk Bogey into getting a hair cut
very sad, my brother has filed for divorce
don’t, don’t, don’t understand the fascination with Facebook, it must be a generational thing
I hate mail
why is it that I don’t like going to bed, but i also find it hard getting up in the morning?
my hands are just like my mothers…which creeps me out…even though she has okay hands
I love lying on the floor in front of a fan…it soothes me…I think it’s a childhood thing
to, two and too, what’s up with that?

Ah the randomness of sleeplessness. Can’t stop the thots – can you?
Do you ever wonder if we women think far more than the men in our lives?
Big hugs,
B