I Love My Bed.

It is 9:30pm and it's 90 degrees outside.

Anthony Bourdain is in China eating sheep stomach, getting cupped, and eating a 72 foot long noodle. Yes, 72 FEET. That's a helluva noodle. Now I want to go to a noodle house.

I'm spreading myself too thin. I have 3 journals and I'm just not talented enough to have something to write in all three of them. Although I could write one whole week about my feet and my obsession with digging my toenail out of my toe in case, MAYBE, I get a hangnail. I'm fearful of hangnails in my toes.

I'm pretty sure that when I had my wisdom teeth removed, they left pieces of the tooth in there and they just travel around inside my gums.

My bed is calling my name, and I'm listening with love in my heart.