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May 30, 2009
Without Sleep
I lost my keys.
I ate cookies for breakfast.
I tripped up the stairs—twice.
I cried when I heard that sweet, sweet, happy song.
I snapped at my mom for asking too many personal questions.
I remembered what it felt like when Maggie curled up in my belly at bedtime.
I heard what he said and twisted it around to make it awful, twisted it to make it ugly.
I entertained the idea of moving into Karen and Dan’s basement.
I ate cookies for dinner and drank five beers for dessert and grumpily crossed my toes for sleep tonight.