looking out on the morning rain...

it's a sunday. early. it's 5:01 am. my sleeping pattern is officially set to being very late. if that even makes any sense. probably not.
but i'm listening to aretha and she just always makes me happy.
lack of sleep can make you really crazy. emotionally, physically, spellingly.
i act before i think, and i type before i think. basically everything happens before i think. like right now, everything i'm typing is mumbo-jumbo. it is unneeded blather.

i'm being transferred to jefferson pointe. this is a prayer answered at just the right time. yes, God knows how to work his magic charm. :-)
it'll be sad to leave, but my store manager barb has already been transferred so, besides all the associates, there's really no reason to stay, you know?

and there's only one month left on our lease. it's crazy to think of what one year has done for me. hopefully more good than bad but i haven't really assessed everything.

i hate being bored. so you would think i would just go to bed instead of staying up in my restless misery. bleh. but here i am...