Read First: Before You Buy Your Computer, Part 2
This is the third part of three in my series about everything you should know about computers before you buy your next one. In part 1, we got a good grasp of understanding the basics, and in part 2, we focused on understanding technical specifications of computers, and now it’s time to take a look at…
I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. So, I find myself blogging from my iPad while sitting on my bed with Bob softly snoring as he lay next to me. I hate it when I’m in this state. It happens every so often, but I don’t really know what to do about it.
I suppose I should be grateful to my WordPress app, because it gives me an alternative to watching K-Dramas. Those are a really bad way to try lulling myself to sleep because I get so absorbed in the story line, waiting desperately to see what is going to happen next… and waiting some more because the story is so drawn out. I think that’s what I like about them so much, honestly. They go into painstaking detail with the development of the story, in ways most novels and movies can’t, and the way most American TV shows won’t.
So, why can’t I sleep?
Because I can’t shut off my brain.
I’m thinking about what I made for dinner tonight and ideas it gave me for in the future.
I’m thinking about our plans this weekend. Bob is going to take me to see The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones tomorrow night. (Assuming I don’t want to go to bed early after this sleepless night.)
I need to find a doctor and make an appointment. That’s been on my mind a lot lately.
Ideas for The Pillow Game. Feeling guilty for neglecting so many of my creative projects…
And I’m thinking of Dusty and Xander. How I’ll never hug them again. They are both ashes now.
We still need to unpack the boxes that are piled up in our closets. It’s driving me nuts that I still don’t know where everything is in my own home.
I’m worried about my mom. She’s under a lot of stress right now for several different reasons.
And I’m thinking about the depression that never seems to fully go away no matter how happy my life is. It bothers me that it follows me everywhere. I might need more than one kind of doctor…