|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
A short happy life story
So, I finally got some sleep last night, having gone to bed at seven-thirty with a trazodone and having woken at ten-thirty to take a bath and a melatonin. Woke around seven-fifteen this morning, dragging my drugged ass out of bed in time to have a cup of tea and pack a hasty lunch (leftovers), take a shower, dress, and leave the house.
Yansheng is waiting for the computer. I gots to go.