At four thirty this morning I was still tossing and turning in my bed trying to get to sleep. I had already counted two hundred and fifty seven sheep, taken two Tylenol pm, and watched three different romantic comedies on netflix. (I've discovered that I like "quirky, visually-striking, romantic, independent, comedies" that narrows down the choices my fickle mind has to pick from very well.)
My mind felt like it belonged to the energizer bunny. Thoughts kept coming to me in a steady almost beating rhythm. By the time I could open my eyes, start up my computer, and type out a brilliant idea I just had, I would forget it and think of another. Now of course, I can't remember a single burst of inspiration I got this morning.
My mind felt like it belonged to the energizer bunny. Thoughts kept coming to me in a steady almost beating rhythm. By the time I could open my eyes, start up my computer, and type out a brilliant idea I just had, I would forget it and think of another. Now of course, I can't remember a single burst of inspiration I got this morning.