This has been me since Friday morning. But, you know, without the drugs.
I cleaned the toy room and haven't stopped moving since. For months, I've just been standing in the doorway, tossing things in and running before they hit the ground. I figured it was time to get it back in working order.
As a reward, I finally opened my Christmas present. A sewing machine. Then I just sat there and looked at it because I'm not really sure what to do with it. I want to sew things so badly, but it's just sitting there, all shiny and white and intimidating. Instead of sewing, I watched Downton Abbey. After every episode, I walk back to the machine to see if it has threaded itself. It never did so I watched the whole first season. Now I'm addicted and the sewing machine still sits there.
I desperately need a nap.

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