Staring at my ceiling – cannot sleep. Keep thinking of crazy ideas for what I can do when I am working for myself from home. Everything seems so possible at night time – when you’re in a good mood that is. My lover works from home too, so this will be soooo perfect. We can hang out all the time.
Shit! No, we will both be working! I will have to actually work every day. So much to do. I will be in charge of everything. Now I can’t sleep, have convinced myself that my plan is ridiculous. Am trying to figure out how to return ticket for The Emerging Writers Festival in a few weeks. Will owe boyfriend $80. Don’t have a spare $80. Problem.