streaks across my psychedelic sky

… unless you want to get killed. Yep. I read my old blog and found one entry that stuck out like a sore thumb. No, that tear that fell was from something that got in my eye. But I tell ya, memories can be killer. Take that statement with as much caution as possible… and however way you want.

What a girl wants isn’t always what a girl needs.

- Alexandra Potter

I don’t even know how to react to this statement. Some days I say “How true!” Other days, I think “What a load of crap.”

What say you?

There is a storm heading for Manila (or has it arrived?) but silly me can’t get sad over the fact. Why? Two words: thunder, lightning. I love the sound of thunder - the kind that makes you think a tectonic plate just about made the earth surface break. I like watching the sky light up as lightning streaks across it in a split-second, sometimes making me feel like I just got a glimpse of what it can be like to be blind. Both have a certain effect on me. Makes me marvel at how big the world and how miniscule man is. Yet we live and breathe as if the world revolves around us, instead of the other way around. Whatever and however it makes anyone feel, I like rainy days. I like them even better when they bring lightning and thunder. Hot cocoa and marsmallows, anyone?

What ails you, my friend? Why does sleep elude you?

These words kept running through my head those wee hours of the night as I laid in bed wishing, praying, hoping for sleep. For almost two weeks, the sandman deprived me of his handiwork. My body ached, wanting rest, but sleep would not come. Until the time is just a few ticks before 3am. I don’t know what the deal was. But I hated it. I hated having to wake up bleary-eyed and needing more time for sleep but can’t. Then Sunday, my skin broke out. Wonder of wonders. I haven’t had a skin breakout in ages. I was heading to a crash… and I was waiting with much anticipation.

I must have done something good because last night sleep claimed me at 8:30. The next time I opened my eyes, the clock said 4:03am. Almost eight hours of dreamless, uninterrupted, wonderful slumber. Did I notice a change in my disposition today? Definitely. I have more patience for petty things. I am more understanding of little lapses. Posers and their work I just laugh off and don’t bother with. I like being back to my routine: at the office bright and early; getting more things done; taking care of employee concerns as they happen; generally having a good feeling all throughout the day; not sick and feeling crappy.

How I wish I knew what it was I did or didn’t do that made me sleep that well last night. I want to do it every night to get the same results. But, I am not going to think about it too much, lest I lose sleep over it.