Thinking

Can't sleep. Again.

I stared at my white ceiling with its circular shaped luminaires, the brushed stainless steel edging faintly glowing with the lamp I have on while I was reading Audrey Niffenegger's Her Fearful Symmetry. Cluthing Osso Bear and Dugong (my stuffed bear and seal) by my side, I feel almost safe and at ease. Everything that I have either in my bed (newly changed sheets; zebra-printed wool blanket on top of my chocolate colored covered mattress, 4 white pillows, 3 brown ones, a very cozy black comforter and my stuffed animals) or me, whose hair is still damp from the lovely bath I had, all should contribute to my moment of rest. I even have an Amuin linen spray in Lavander to help me ease into a state of dreaminess (as the lady in Beauty Bay said) but to no avail. Couldn't help it thoughN after this point, there's only so much a person could do so that she can sleep.

Probably owing to the tiring deal of wanting to sleep a little early today (its 12.35am here in Dubai) is the fact that I've been stressed and pissed off today. I had a "trailing-mail fight" with one of my seniors, who, in fact, just sent me a lousy e-mail at 10.33pm today (last night, technically).

As I continue to stare, my mind wanted to feel more irritated so I started to ponder on flashbacks. What happened to my life? What mistakes did I do?

And then, it suddenly hit me. I'm already feeling shitty, and instead of dwelling on my regrets, why not make the most of my blessings. Sure, I've had a very unusually tiring day, but that doesn't mean ill have a bad day again tom. Its up to me really, to just finish what I start and move on to the next phase. isn't this life as we know it?

Thank God I'm sleepy now.

Journals really help.

Ciao bello!
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