Being sleepy tends to make me have rambling, more-free-flow-than-normal thoughts. I'm sleepy this morning. And a bit bruised. I help pull apart a really crazy vine that was overtaking multiple bushes and a house last night. I really did the easier part of the work, but it was still very dirty and left me with some purple marks on my arms.
I'm determined to return to the gym and a healthier diet upon my move in a week. Not that I intend to be "bad" for the next week, but I know gym-time will be limited until the move.
How can I slurp down a Venti, iced coffee and still know that I could lie my head down for 5 seconds and be sound asleep?
What I'd love to do right now is lay on my slippery, cushiony sleeping bag outside...with the morning drizzle cooly blanketing my body. Hhmm...wearing sleeping shorts and a tank top, with my hair down. Oh, and let there be trees around. I love the sound of rain cascading upon many, many leaves before hitting the ground. Yum. I am almost there.
And then, suddenly, I'm back in my office. And my ice has melted to give me another sip or two of coffee.
8:27:07 AM 
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