mind = MS OS

Have not been physically able to get up before 11 the past few days, meaning 10-11 hours of sleep a night. Good thing? No. For me, too much sleep means there is something wrong, too much junk on my mind. And as much as I may talk about it and put a 'serious' or 'intellectual' or 'tragic' spin on it, it's still junk. Because it's totally unnecessary. The worst part is not being present when others talk to me. Eyes glaze over and turn inward, following that never-ending stream of thought that churns itself out at a dizzying pace. The mind is like Windows - you have to beat it into submission unless you're resigned to a life of crackle-pop irritation and incessant twitches.

But the reflection of the sun from the building opposite brings warmth into my room and a smile on my face. It really is a beautiful day. All the damn time.