Busy Bee

I have 1 million things to do today.
Including but not limited to, reading a book, writing a four page paper, work on finding a monolouge, learn to spell monolouge, call my gma, work on french, read biology, WORK OUT, and work on bennie's present. Writing in this blog is also one thing on my list of TO DO so at least as I sit here i am acomplishing something.
I was too lazy this weekend. A lesson learned for sure. Also I was too eratic with my diet. Another lesson learned. Work a little throught out the weekend and I won't feel so bogged down. Make sure and work out Saturday or sunday so I don't feel like crap physically. Oh. And don't get so outta whack with my sleeping schedule. Lets not forget that HUGE one. What is the cause of my nutzo behavior? Let me think...Oh yes! bennie. That darling of darlings whom I love and adore. He visited this weekend and we just did our own thing. Of course my thing also included work, but it wasn't all that bad. I loved every minute of being with him as usual. Though I felt a tendency to nag a bit. I feel a bit bad about it but lesson learned. I still loved it and it is only three days till I see him again.
Now time for some writing.
She walked to the bathroom counter slowly. Her feet never leaving the floor yet she moved. Her eyes stil half closed as if to hold on to the last moments of sleep. her shorts were too big and they hung losely on her small fram while her tshirt made her look as if she was drowning in material. Finally, across the living room. Into the bathroom she disappears. The door closes and her cat looks at the dangling toy that bobbles on the door handle. A toy she bought him so he would stop eating her bras. The water pours from the sink but she is still gone from view. What is it she is doing? Is she transforming? Washing away the last few moments of sleep and becoming a beautiful alive morning person? Ready for class she throws open the door. A bright sundress clings to her tiny frame and she sings a song she heard at church!
No. That is not who she is. The water is for brushing her teeth. And the toliet flushes for apparent reasons. The door opens slowly and she is still clothed in her oversized pj's. Her eyes a little wider but the same dark circles under them signal another night of restless sleep. If only she could get a handle on her nightmares. The nightmares that tore her limb from limb every night that she slept. Waking up screaming to no one in particular. Her cat staring at her with curiousity and then laying his head back down.
She moved to her closet. Her feet still shuffling across the floor at a deliberate pace.