Take a breath

Take a breath

One of the most annoying things in my world is when you think you are going to go to sleep and everything in the universe conspires against this notion. As if me without sleep is a productive pleasant member of society. Where?
This social experiment or whatsoever starts out by waking up at a decent hour (8am) on the weekend to not sleep in too late- this after going to bed at 3 am after a day of walking (14,000 steps y'all!), doing laundry (4 loads) and cleaning the bathroom from top to bottom and changing color schemes etc ... I wake up and make breakfast and wash dishes and clean out the freezer and trash old unidentifiable things. Next I do work on computer write a literary verse or three and make edits upon edits while watching Netflix (no chill) and chatting to various persons on the phone. Yay! While contemplating life and all the things that are happening and realizing all the things are happening just over there somewhere... I am here...
So laters in the fine evening, even tho I am tired about 8pm I clean some more and put away laundry and start to purge some clothes I will never return to, exfoliate and slap a calming face mask on and prepare for the work week. I sort some jewelry and feel adequately tired after washing said face mask off and feel that being in bed by 12:14 cause should give me a good amount of sleep for a 5am wake up and gym start time... What happens?
Can you tell me?
Well... It starts by my mind/ brain/ subconscious realizing that yup, she may need some rest as the body is beat and the soul is weary and the spirit is weakening but let she not rest because why must she get a chance to breathe.
Take a breath...
And so, as I recall all 7,951,023 things I said today, thought today, thought I said today, said my thoughts today
I realize I cannot find the sane reason
As to
Why I am blogging at 2:30 am and I am not asleep
I am truly fucked up
And
Considering the complicated math equation I am figuring out in my head involving how much sleep I would actually achieve if I fell asleep right this second it all equates to
Not. Enough.
It is all
Not. Enough.
There are truly not enough sheep to count to get me to sleep... And while we are at it... whose bright idea was it to count sheep? Aren't they loud and smelly and wooly and funky and baaaa'ing all the time? Not exactly relaxing and stuff.
Maybe I'll take a walk and count my lucky stars...
that's all...