The Lesser of Two Evils
I want to open up a dialogue with Pete, to figure out what happened for real on Saturday night. However, I'm exhausted and now I'm faced with one outcome: a racing mind that will keep me up anyway. The only difference is which set of thoughts will burn out quicker, the nervous anticipation of the impending conversation that I need to have because validation is my middle name, or the rehashing of a recent past and all the could haves and should haves? I can barely keep my eyes open now so the former seems the most pragmatic but my impatience is still a contender for the winning spot of keeping Catherine soporific ninety percent of a given day. No, there is just no way I can handle an intense conversation with someone I'm not sure I'm ready to talk to anyway. I think I need to let the mill refine this grain of an idea a little further.