Have you ever had one of those nights where you just can’t
get to sleep because you can’t get comfortable? Well, I hate those kinds of
nights.
Of course, something like that can be good fodder for a
book, but in reality, it’s annoying. Especially since, I hate taking pills. I
drove my stepmother up the wall with my refusal to take anything. Every time I
complained about any old ache, she’d ask if I’d taken anything for it. And,
generally, I hadn’t, and you should have seen her face the one time I had.
That time she ran to the phone to make me an appointment
with the doctor.
Yeah, I don’t take pain meds unless I’m in a lot of pain.
Well, actually, I’ve gotten better about taking them since that incident, but still,
I tend to wait longer to take them than most people would, so anyway. I took
some pain meds last night, so I could get to sleep. Enough said.
But it also means I was up late, and ended sleeping in. What
a way to start the day, behind already! Which is something that would make a
good story, but only if the person has a lot more on their plate than I do,
because I don’t need to be out the door until ten o’clock. To be a really good
story, the person sleeping in has to have like kids, and a job, and --- oh
wait, I think what I’m describing is that story about the Terrible, Horrible,
Very Bad Day.
Then again, that is a good story, and there are only so many
stories, it’s in the telling that makes it unique. :)
Happy writing everyone! :)
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