mindless tasks soothe my weary brain. copying and collating and stapling and filing; this is all i can handle right now.
i could not sleep last night. note: i can sleep under virtually any condition, so a sleepless night is indication that something is surely wrong. something is surely wrong, and i do not know what to do. this is the part where i decide not to get specific with what exactly is wrong, because i don’t want to speak to soon, or tell other people’s stories, or receive a dozen e-mails telling me it will be okay.
of course it will be okay. it is always okay.
right about now, i could use a bowl of my mom’s corn soup; swirling the corn and broth with my teaspoon, i’d look up at her and she’d meet my eyes with a soothing look, making the rest of the mean, cruel world disappear. of course, i may just have to settle for a cup of corn chowder from the whole foods deli.