Seeing as I have to wake up in 5 hours, head off to work, and then board a 10 hr flight, I should, like, be fast asleep, yes? My face should be mushed gracelessly into my pillow. Trouble, my cat, should be snoring at my feet. Bear, my bear, should be wedged awkwardly under my armpit.
But all I can think about is tampons and Easter candy.
It had to be intentional, right? They didn't just end up in the same drug store aisle by chance, right? It was well thought out. It was targeted and malicious and utterly genius. Maybe the Cadbury mini-eggs are the real reason I can't sleep. Maybe I'm just too damn excited and overtired. Maybe I notice things other people don't. And then blog about them.
I'd like to get my voice back—become insightful again, or at least start to capture my insights in words again. Step one, admitting you have a problem. Er, admitting you have a blog.
In other news, the glorious country of Spain awaits me tomorrow. So pen and paper may have to suffice for the next spectacular 14 days.
I need to edit this blog template.
Adios.
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