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Shift Happens

The slight twitch of my right eye can be attributed to one of the following: too much caffeine, too little sleep, the recent void of a constant nicotine supply to my body.

Or, it cold be all of the above.

David's new schedule requires him to get up before sunrise. This, of course, has been taking a toll on my sleep pattern. I'm quite comfortable with his warm body being next to mine until I decide otherwise or the alarm goes off, whichever comes first.

I've substituted coffee for cigarettes which is probably not the greatest trade off considering how much I like both. I'm not getting headaches or anything, but the urge to speak like a cast member from Gilmore Girls is ever present.

My attention to detail has been noticeably greater since I've upped the intake of dark roasted beverages. Which probably aided in my spying a bag of crack cocaine on the ground in front of my building. At least that's what it looked like. Quite honestly, I have no idea what the stuff was, I just knew that the four children playing less than five feet away from it shouldn't come into contact with it.

So they didn't.

And now, more than ever, I really want us to move. Again.

  1. Blogger Frankie | 11/6/07, 1:12 PM |  

    FYI: I flushed it.

  2. Blogger jhames | 11/7/07, 1:32 AM |  

    btw, could not cold. ox

  3. Blogger Cyrus | 11/8/07, 9:26 AM |  

    You flushed good sidewalk crack? What's wrong with you? : )

  4. Blogger Jeff | 11/11/07, 6:28 PM |  

    You be Rory, I'll be Lorelai.

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