Sunday, February 11, 2007


Weirdly, i've had nothing to say here lately. i think i feel like that saying, "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." And i don't feel like i've had anything positive to throw out onto Blogger.

i think i'm just waiting--waiting for the dream of Good Sleep to come, waiting for my house to be finished, waiting to have a brain. Waiting.

Good Sleep is supposed to be visiting me any time now, what with the cpap machine breathing up my nose. The brain may come once i have enough visits from Good Sleep. The house, well, that's its own issue, largely out of my control. This morning i asked my dear husband, "do you think we'll always live here?" He said, "why, do you want to?" What i think i want is to live in a finished house, with sheetrock on the living room walls, and no piles of building supplies in the front yard and back deck. But what will that do for me? i don't really know, but i'd like a chance to see. Just as i would like a chance to see what will happen when Good Sleep comes to stay a while.

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