Jumble

Yeah, I'm sick. I have no voice, and I'm sick. My alarm clock keeps buzzing to hurry me to bed. But I am distracted by

thinking thinking thinking,

who am I,

I have recently begun to be excited about my life again,

where is happiness,

my cool MicroSD chip,

the insurance things that I want to take care of tomorrow,

the volunteer opportunities I want to explore,

books on my desk ... my GMAT workbook/

'Do It Now!' calendar guide/

"The Female Brain," by Louann Brizendine/

"The World is Flat," by Thomas Friedman/

"The Intellectual Devotional," by Kidder & Oppenheim/

"The Complete Life's Little Instruction Book," by Jackson Brown, jr./

"The Highly Sensitive Person's Companion," by Ted Zeff/

Saul Williams' poetry, ", said the shotgun to the head."/

"Happier," by Tal Ben-Shahar,

my future plans,

uncertainties,

my past,

my present,

my boards under my bed that I so want to ride,

love lost and found,

my stupid cough,

home and home life and childhood,

my writing and wanting to submit my writing but am too timid and self-conscious and unsure,

working out for a healthy body that I will be proud of,

&

the fact that I should be sleeping now ....