I didn’t sleep worth a flip last night. For the first time in ages, I orbit to ale my bedtime medicines and realized it at 1am. I then took said medicine, but it took forever to stop my brain. Today bring a Monday, I had to drive my son to school with his tuba and I felt like a zombie. I still feel like a zombie. There were also a million errors to be run today and I dreaded them. I used to enjoy going to Target, never minded waiting in line much, talked to people, even held a baby for a woman who had to get into her purse and had a crying baby. I miss going to scrapbooking events. I feel that I’ve lost friends. I act like it doesn’t hurt, but it does. During all this, I miss them the most. Feeling like I’m not missed hurts more.
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