Hungry

Song of the blog: Let Her Cry_Hootie and the Blowfish

I'm feeling very slow today. I want to walk slow, and want to type slow, I want to listen to slow music, I'm just feeling the speed of slow. If everything went slower, life would be much better. If everything much slower, then we all be more observant. We would all be much more.... happy? Content? I don't know, but I like slow.

I was thinking about it. Well, I have actually been thinking about this for a really long time. And the more I think about it, the more I think that married life is just better. And the more I think that if the man of my dreams comes and sweeps me off my feet tomorrow, I wouldn't resist. I'm not going to go and tap on the shoulder of every man I see, and I'm not going to be crazy and go looking for a husband. But, the more I think about it, the more I don't mind the whole being married thing. It doesn't seem all that bad anymore. And so while still being laid back about the idea, and SANE about it, I'm being more open to the possibilities of life.

And I'm sleepy. I want to sleep. I reallllly want a nap. I want to climb onto the skyscraper of my bed, curl up, and take a nice loooong nap. That sounds so very wonderful.

And it's thursday. That means that the week is almost over and the weekend is almost here. I love weekends. Weekends equal sleep. Yay for sleep.

Oh yeah, and I'm hungry. Yesterday I ate some cookies and a personal pizza. Today I have eaten a bagel. I'm hungry. Not starving, but slightly hungry.

Groggy, sleepy, slightly loopy. Did somebody drug me? Oh well.