alignment.

I bought a heart chakra candle. I'm pretty excited about it. I just lit it for the first time a few minutes ago, and it's gorgeous. I'm really not sure what it's supposed to do for me or how it can realign my heart chakra by tiny fire light and yummy flowery scents, but I've decided to ignore that and enjoy myself. I am, as usual, awake at three AM listening to an OC mix I found on Spotify. If I ever do settle down, I'll need someone who is on the same sleep schedule as I am. He and I had the same sleep schedule. We had our best conversations when the sun was coming up . But as of very early Wednesday morning, that is over. So onto other things.

Roxie is looking at me like she's confused. Of course I am singing/mumbling and frantically pecking the keyboard, lit solely by the computer screen and the creepy flickering chakra aligning candlelight. So the look is probably well deserved.

I did a nail trim on a weird tiny terrier mix today. It was one of the worst experiences of my life. I was bit twice in the face and scratched repeatedly by sharp baby talons. And the worst part of it all was that for a tiny dude, he was a strong little demon. Even still, after it was over he kissed my nose and I couldn't help but snuggle him a little...at least before looking at my arms and legs and face in the bathroom lighting. It was at that point that I realized I must be crazy for doing what I do for 9 dollars an hour. I have this thought a lot.

And half a bottle of wine later, I am finished with this blog post.
Cheers!
-Drea

3 AM

My sleep schedule is officially screwed. I am up all hours of the night, tossing and turning until I finally give in and spend 2 hours on Tumblr reblogging twerking cats and overly saturated instagram photos with depressing or uplifting captions that are annoyingly relatable until I can no longer hold my phone up because my hands are numb. This is what I do now. This is my life. Leaving my house would mean seeing people which would mean communication which would just exhaust me. I rarely answer my text messages because even that feels like a chore. And I'm pretty sure that at this very moment, my neighbor is rearranging his living room. And throwing furniture against the wall behind my head. Should I turn my Pandora station down? Fiona Apple can be a little intense for some. Hell, he sounds like he could use some Fiona in his life. Maybe I'll turn it up a little.

And also, why are people so complicated? I would say men since that's what I am about to talk about, but honestly it's just people in general. Women and men. But men specifically- what the hell you guys? I happen to think I'm pretty cool. Sometimes. Even so, I somehow manage to find and emotionally involve myself with the front runners for Lafayette's Most Emotionally Unavailable Man competition.

So I will continue to sit here and blare this Florence jam and shake my head completely off beat because at this point of my night, I become sort of delirious and can't keep time. Or anything really.

Cheers to you!
Drea