Your cup will never be empty

Ah romance. Much as I appreciate Nightmare Before Christmas during the holiday season, I enjoyed watching Corpse Bride last night as a prelude to Valentine’s Day.

I especially liked it when all the dead people reunited with their lost living loves.

Sometimes Rob says he can hear my head whirring.

He had to be up at 5 today and for some reason we were both awake at 4ish. He got up to print some brochures from the computer, and my mind started racing.

I hate it when things I decide not to believe become true (Next you’re going to tell me flu shots work).

Apparently, stream of consciousness is streamier immediately upon waking. I’d read (and been told) to journal first thing in the morning, but please, it’s hard enough to rouse myself from slumber to get in the shower and out of the house.

But I had random dreams fresh in my mind and with them came various seeds of story ideas that may qualify as actual fiction.

So I grabbed my journal and started writing. And when Rob tried to get 20 more minutes of sleep, my brain kept him awake.