Stream of EXTREME consciousness

What goes through my mind on the rare nights I can’t fall asleep:

– IMPORTANT THING! that I have to do tomorrow
– regretting youthful insouciance regarding eyebrow grooming
– unwanted body hair and how I would just feel better if I got rid of it permanently or accepted it as a natural part of my human fucking body
– the Patriarchy
– what outfit to wear tomorrow
– oh shit it’s in the laundry bin, and, let’s be honest, we both know you’re going to work in your pajamas
– I wonder if I have clean underwear for tomorrow
– ugh who cares — go commando
– remember to buy laundry detergent and bread, laundry detergent and bread, laundry detergent and bread, laundry detergent and bread, laundry detergent and bread…
– omg I miss bagels
– mental note: look up bagel recipe — just look it up, don’t actually make them
– buy Q-Tips, even though you know you’re not supposed to (damn that shit feels good in your ear)
– omg file taxes!!!
– is that an ingrown hair or a cancerous tumour?
– should I have kids?
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– maybe I should count sheep
– I hate sheep’s cheese, it tastes like a barn
– barn weddings were a thing
– oh my sweet husband, I wonder what he’s thinking about
– he’s breathing weird, maybe I should wake him up
– maybe if I move his head he’ll — oops — he’s awake

“Babe you were breathing weird, like you were choking! Maybe you have sleep apnea!! What if you die in your sleep?? You should go see a doctor.”

*snuggle snuggle* (fall asleep)

husband = wide awake

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