I should be in bed, because work is booty early tomorrow.
"Booty early" being a technical term.
But instead I am procrastinating sleep. The three cups of strong British style tea probably do not help. Why do I do this? I love sleep. Once I'm asleep, I have no desire to be concious again.
It was easier at the Dollhouse, when the girls would get together for wine and sometimes cigarettes on the porch before bed.
I love Oregon, though. It is a dream accomplished, and now I can rest.
My short stories have stymied, but my screenplay treatment is going well... now to utilize my time...
se la vie,
Tonks.
