Well.
Poop. I added B12 to my vitamin mix and now guess who can’t, despite not having any problems going to sleep for the better part of six months, can’t get to sleep?
Damn, there is nothing like that frickin hamster wheel that starts up between my ears. The second guessing every single decision I have ever made, wondering about people I have long ago forgotten. Worrying about people who have not been my problem for years. Wondering what in the blue fuck I am going to going to do with my life. Pondering how much money I have left in my GI bill.
Apparently B12 is not my friend.
I went outside. We are WOXOF. The METOC code for Weather Obscured Zero Visibility and Fog.
It is interesting, because sound carries differently in fog. Everything is muffled. No wonder so many writers who mingle in the supernatural and horror realms live in these climes.
As always happens when this “can’t fall asleep” business happens I find myself wondering about Audrey. Is she okay. Is he treating her right? Is she happy.
These are the impossible questions I ask myself a few times a year. It is unlikely I will ever get these questions answered. The tortuous part is she is right there. Less than five miles away as the crow flies. Right across the river. And I will never know.
And I wonder if she ever wonders about me.
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