Okay, that’s not true.
Not in the slightest. But it’s 3:41am on Day 79 of the No Shopping Challenge and I can’t sleep again because of not feeling so tops and so figured I might as well log in here that I spent about $50 buying a bottle of wine for the radio show team today that I technically didn’t need to buy. But I was in the mood to! I was particularly looking forward to our guest, and a friend of mine is her publicist and was in attendance, and I was once again not feeling my best and so the gesture felt good on my heart.
And, anyway. It made up for its debt anyway by means of the advice gleamed from my friend afterwards about this very project. Which I shall remain mum about right now, given that it is 3:44am and the pill I finally gave in to taking to knock me out is hopefully kicking in very soon. So, expense admitted, and my brain is pondering her advice, and now it’s sorta swimming funny, too.
3:45. Night! Morning!
PS: The title is a reference to Shakespeare’s Macbeth: “I thought I heard a cry say, “Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!'” And then of course a bunch of people die. Whoever said Shakespeare was boring, man…