Mmm... Sleep deprivation.
So, it's three thirty am on a thursday night/friday morning. I just got home from having a jolly good time with someone I missed more than I realized, and there are strange noises coming from my living room. I didn't notice them until I was settled in my papasan, and surely someone didn't break into my house like five minutes after I got home, right? I mean, what are the odds, really? More importantly, what do we have that a thief might want? It's probably just the squirrels (aka rats in cute costumes) that have decided to winter in our attic. That is what I shall tell myself, anyways, to avoid a situation in which I might have to go check, or even worse, wake up Dave to go check because I have managed to work myself into a tizzy.
Fear is a funny thing. I was telling Brooke today about the tornado sirens a week ago, and how all I could do was stand in the back at work (not for protection, but so that no one would see me) and shake and cry. I mean, what's up with that? I am an intelligent person, I should not let something that I have control of get me so worked up, but the fact is that it does, and no amount of knowing it's illogical can keep me from freaking out. I remember how my manager, Otis, took my hand when I told him about this crippling fear, and how warm it felt. I only realized later that was because I was freezing cold, despite the fact it wasn't cold in there... I was shivering. Who does that??
Love,
Kat
"I think about my fear of motion, of which I never could explain... Some other fool across the ocean years ago must have crashed his little airplane."
Fear is a funny thing. I was telling Brooke today about the tornado sirens a week ago, and how all I could do was stand in the back at work (not for protection, but so that no one would see me) and shake and cry. I mean, what's up with that? I am an intelligent person, I should not let something that I have control of get me so worked up, but the fact is that it does, and no amount of knowing it's illogical can keep me from freaking out. I remember how my manager, Otis, took my hand when I told him about this crippling fear, and how warm it felt. I only realized later that was because I was freezing cold, despite the fact it wasn't cold in there... I was shivering. Who does that??
Love,
Kat
"I think about my fear of motion, of which I never could explain... Some other fool across the ocean years ago must have crashed his little airplane."