I took a short nap this morning.
I haven't been sleeping at night, so I put in a movie for the boys, then laid down on my awesome "love couch" (sounds naughty...totally isn't, but is the best couch I've ever purchased.) and let them cuddle up with me while I dozed my way through the stupidest movie ever. (If Angie Everhart is the biggest name in the movie, it's a pretty straight-to-video type of flick. No offense, Angie Everhart fans.)
So anyway...I woke up a lil bit later, and I feel so much better. I haven't been able to give my writing the time and attention it deserves, and so this makes staying up at night to write easier. And that's good because if I didn't write...like I've said before, my head would implode and I would die. Like, really.
Here's to another chapter!
Brooke Moss.
