Friday, January 21, 2011

Single Sentences

I could not sleep last night. I would toss and turn, turn and toss, and reach for the remote to change the channel.

"Sorry, pretty," I'd apologize to Chienne and she would blink sleepily and cuddle against me again.

I got up at 3:02AM and turned on the shower so I could wash my hair.

Freezing after I dried off and dressed again, I fell into a fitful sleep until just after 5.

I attended a series of meetings off campus, taking notes, listening carefully and offering opinions.

I presented twice, giggled at times and thought carefully about several topics of interest.

I completed the day by threatening to quit, I think.

I also wrote a note to the most important man in my section of Industry this week complaining about a specific topic, knowing it might be career suicide.

I'm unhappy.

I'm not sure why, exactly.

When miserable, I make terrible, self-destructive decisions.

I am therefore all sorts of worried about myself.

I talked to my parents on the drive home and nearly cried.

I arrived at home and picked up the dirty dishes and trash and clutter scattered about.

That made me feel a little better, so I grabbed my vase of flowers and recut their stems.

That made me feel better still.

I opened my devotional to a random page and read about how predictions are fine (Matthew 16:2-3), but it is better to trust in God's plan.

I decided to try and found some sense of peace.

So now I'll try to sleep better tonight.


An Oldie said...

I hope you sleep well tonight. Sweet dreams.

Anonymous said...

Yes, sweet dreams to you, Katie.


Psycgirl said...

Hope you slept better Katie

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