I am unable to fall asleep I convince myself at dark A.M. Tears have already watered my pillow. I have tried one side to lay on then the other. I tried to solve the hard Sudoku puzzle. I even double checked my Words with Friends and Scrabble games to see if I have any moves. I place my phone on my book and let my eyes dry from excessive eye lubrication after thinking about a certain black dog’s tail I won’t ever hear beat on the closet door when she greets me on my side of the bed ever again.
I get up to use the restroom taking my multimedia enabled phone with me. Switching on the light I immediately notice the tissue which had been laying next to the waste basket all day has somehow disappeared. I smile to myself in wonder knowing I have won. I refused to pick up the tissue since it was not mine and there it was so close to the waste basket. I win by ignoring it despite the immense annoyance it caused me and someone else threw it away! Finally.

And now maybe only maybe can I fall asleep for these few hours.

Even though blue sky shimmered through puffy clouds this morning the typical grey or gray days of January are officially here.

I don’t mind it I told myself as I tried to read ‘Geek Love’ while waiting excessively for my chiropractor. I sat next to a stinky smoker. It became hard to concentrate on my book breathing in her rotten smokey clothing.

A dilemma: I’ve made my posts private. Sorry for any inconvenience. If you’d like to read shoot me an e-mail.

The teen fiction novel poised to take over the world caused me to have a nightmare. Although I felt half asleep for much of the night due to a constant coughing attack an enormous vibration shaking the entire house or more shook me awake. This caused a mist of blood droplets from the sky landing on Jason Stackhouse’s face. He or possible someone from the teen fiction novel bent me over and began sucking the blood through my underwear or possibly from another close oriface.

I think I need a break from the non human.

I am sorry.

My apology derives from this blog (I have started not to like the word blog even though it originates from the longer version weblog, web log, we blog, I grow tired of the differences) and the sporadic, poor updates. I have ignored myself and the many changes sprung upon me. With the fear of falling off the web completely (I resurrected sarahjeansmith.com, renewing for another few years and although I’m not very happy with the way it looks) it will get there eventually. Please stay with me here.

I have lost my archives from 2007-2008, and possibly 2009 as well. Not lost completely, I have them backed up but cannot configure them back into my template. Any advice? I’ve spent hours at the WordPress forums but I get distracted and usually do not have several days to spend figuring out how to fix.

I have other archives stemming back to 2005. These consist of days when I felt better and possibly made more sense and took up residence in Washington, D.C. I enjoy reading them but figured no one else really needs to see that tired old b.s. Then I killed my blog. I had a few followers but just couldn’t figure out what to write about or aim towards. I felt like I revealed too much about myself but hated what I exposed.

So Sarah Spelled the Right Way lives on, although I have grown tired of the name. I may rename it someday. I have re-started this blog. Expect more words and less links. I’ve started Twittering to relieve some of the tiny blogging I’ve tended to post. I am trying new formats to reflect what’s inside of my head. I guess I’m trying to create something else.