Early Thursday Morning

I have decided I am losing my mind.

I'm starting to have what you'd call "pre-flight jitters." This means wild, insane dreams concerning me getting left behind at the airport (that was two nights ago), wearing a swimsuit and traipsing around trying to find the International flight desk at O'Hare with people who aren't even going on the flight (this was last night). Stuff like that.

I've only had them two nights in a row, but as my brain is whacko with worries these days they'll probably continue.

Mom, when she hears about this, will tell me to stop worrying. Tell my subconscious mind that, why don't you. I can't shut this stuff off. It's like a fountain of freak-out or something.

I have to go to work in ten minutes. It's my early-morning shift, and it's so dark in this room right now I can't even see the keys I'm typing. How I'm actually getting all this punctuation stuff down is beyond me.

So, inbetween the early morning work and the freaky dreams involving me finding the plane in the hangar and tech guys waving at me (now I KNOW it's a dream) things are starting to get a little strange around here...

Now all I need is an alien invasion ;)

Cheers,
Bec