Everything written on this blog is written when I should be sleeping, but can’t. I can’t guarantee that it will necessarily make sense. I don’t guarantee that it will be coherent, grammatically correct or follow conventional forms for writing. I’m not even going to guarantee that all of it is true. What I write might even put you to sleep. I’m hoping it will do the same for me, but I’m not holding my breath. The Vicoden didn’t work; that’s why I’m here in the first place.
I’m just a gal who can’t sleep at night.
This is what’s on my mind during those still hours of the night when sleep eludes me.