tick tock

tick.

i stare at the ceiling. the cat's sleeping at my side, purring and stretching from time to time. i wish i could sleep like him at this point.

tock.

i can't sleep. things are on my mind. a whole lot of it. funny how i thought changing a car and quitting my job would be therepeutic. if only i didn't need to sell my old car and find a new job, i reckon.

tick.

it's cold. let me cover up my legs.

tock.

it's hot. fuck the blanket.

tick.

stop thinking. just keep on repeating "nothing" until you fall asleep. nothing. nothing. nothing. hm...lunch was ok today. nothing. nothing. shit, i have to take care of this tomorrow. nothing. nothing. nothing.

tock.

ok, that didn't work. and the sheep counting trick? urban fucking myth. it doesn't work, i tell ya.

tick.

fuck. it's light out already? time to go to work.

tock.