Say

I fell into such a deep slumber that I felt every tension ease away into a river. Maybe it’s the book I am reading courtesy of a friend who thought it would be good for me. I had it for awhile, not really serious about reading it cause it seemed too much like one of those self-help books but decided that why not? And I can’t put it down. It’s like the writer was speaking about me. Ok she is more eloquent and real funny but what a book. They say it always looks better in the morning and so far I am hopeful.

Apart from my stalker texting me at 6am to say he is outside my house in a white car waiting under the tree to get some sugar from me (apparently I have been hoarding sugar but this saga started awhile back), things have been going ok. Funny I should be worried but I was like whatever man, I don’t have a tree in front of my house.

To the tune of John Mayer’s “ Say” I managed to find a three quarter sleeve shirt for my run today and I suppose little positives are what I am looking for. I broke routine and arrived at work an hour later than usual and you know what? The world did not crash and I suppose that’s the same for every issue I am dealing with.

So here I am sipping my warm water which my tea lady has since I joined found it appropriate to cover with a “Sleeping Beauty” cover. She gets territorial about the cover if anyone else uses it and I didn’t want to be rude and ask where did she get it in the first place?

It feels like floodgates have opened and I just want to let it out. Like I was asleep before this or in a daze and now I want to talk or write. Fingers crossed that it gets better from now on.