Daily Writing Challenge

M-4

Nine hundred words to write today, and I got even less sleep than I did yesterday. I was up at seven thirty this morning. I went to bed at one this morning. I need sleep, but I just can not get it. I am so tired, and that is a recipe for bad times, and I am going through bad times as it sits. This is all bad for my mental health. I am so tired. I could fall asleep right now, except that I could not. If I were to attempt to take a nap, my brain would start obsessing about things. Not always the big issues we are going through sometimes it is about whether or not the walmart order will end up substituting what we need for dinner. It would not be a problem if the car were out of the shop and my mother in law could take me, but she does not pick up the car until it is questionable whether or not that she could drive home let alone go on errands with me. In fact it is five pm and I do not know if she picked up the car today. That is a problem because we have prescriptions to pick up asap, for us and our animals. Sophie only has a day and a half worth of her heart pills. That is not good. She needs those. My wife was put on a new med after today's emergency telemed. The provider put her on a pill so she could sleep since she has not been having luck with that either. She has nightmares too. I had real trouble finishing that sentence. I just can not keep my little choo choo train running on one track in my head. It keeps derailing. I just really need some sleep. I hope my wife will let me watch some bbq pitmasters so i can perhaps fall asleep, at least for a little while. It does not have a plot I have to follow and I can always go back and rewatch it so I will not really be missing anything. But she feels the need to stop the show when I am almost asleep. She has even woken me up to ask me if I was asleep. Seriously? That almost seems comedic if it were not so sad. I am tired. I do not want to write. I do not know what to write. I am just typing to keep words coming right now. My hands are on autopilot. I am not sure if my brain is even involved. God help me if I stop a sentence in the middle. I know I will not be able to finish the sentence. Sentence or sentance. I guess it is the first one since the second was what lit up red. E not A, okay. Four hundred eighty one words written here. Just another four hundred twenty words needed. I do not know if I can do it. I am so very tired and I do not know what to write. I do not want to write. I just do not feel like it. But I am trying to start a habit that I can carry through whether or not I am having a good day. Accountability is key to this. I do not want any more penalties. I want to get these entries done on time and on word count. Five hundred seventy five words written. Three hundred nineteen words to go. I can do this. I CAN do this. I think I can do this. Maybe, somehow, I might be able to do this. Three hundred words left to write. I have nothing of any real meaning to say. What in the hell do I write about? Grammarly is pissed at me. Half of this entry is underlined in red. I do not care. I am not going to edit it. My wife is watching a show about a texas ranger that is getting confessions out of serial killers. It is slightly distracting me. I want to watch it, but actually think I might fall asleep if I tried. The ribs are on for dinner and they have less than forty minutes to cook. I had trouble getting walmart to deliver the right bbq sauce delivered. WHen I was shopping they did not offer the flavor I wanted as an option. When i went to the substiutions they had it as an option to substitute. I clicked on that. Luckily the sauce got substituted so I got what I wanted. They substituted something else I just can not remember what it was. Wait it was the cornbread. So sleepy.. I just want to take a nap but it is close to time that i need to sauce the ribs. My thumb hurts, I cut it on a broken cap to my laundry detergent. It hurts worse than the cut on the other thumb with my knife. That one is healing well and it is only a few hours older than the other thumb. The painful thumb is cut so that the part of the finger that touches the space bar is exactly the part that is ripped up. It hurts. It hurts to type. I do not want to write anymore, but I need about twenty words. So very tired. I want to take a nap. I still need to do a review for today so I can earn a badge for twenty six paychecks. I am so close only one more day? Oh yes the word count is good I can stop now. Byee...