First the picture -- nice, eh? My son-in-law's the one with the shaved head. This was last week at his new church as he joined the staff as the high school pastor.
OK, now Emily's thinking -- which is the same as everyone else's, except she writes it down:
So awake. So very awake. Looking around my dark room, bored. Never be bored at 11:35 pm. Be ASLEEP.
I think it's the Rocky Road ice cream that I ate at 9pm that is causing me trouble. My sister thinks it's wrong to have chunks of nuts in ice cream. It's like, an interruption. Tell me about it...
I looked at the clock at 11:22 and decided that if at 11:32 I was still awake, I would get up and do something. The following is a loose outline of my thoughts during that time.:
I like John's new office. He needs to take a coffeemaker there. To make his own coffee. If I had a job and an office, I would be sure to take a coffeemaker into the office with me to make my own coffee in the mornings. What a great idea that is! But can you do that? It seems like maybe you can't, like its a fire hazard. What? You're so stupid, if you can have a coffeemaker in the breakroom, then you can have one in your own office. I worked in an office once. Nobody brought their own coffeemaker. Why not? I would! But wait, I didn't. But I would now. And leave creamer in the fridge. Maybe I would just make coffee in the breakroom. A full pot? Everyone could just drink it. A half pot? What if I had to pee and came back and it was gone? I could just make a lot every morning and wait until it brews and take the first cup, who cares if others drink it? But then, I would become the coffeemaker. Not the coffeemaker. The Coffee Maker. The one who makes the coffee. How do you spell "coffeemaker"? Maybe I should call it a "coffeepot". What time is it?
Only 11:29. I'm getting up anyway.