195: A return of an old demon

I knew I should not have read work email at 2am before trying to go to bed. 

I have to learn that other people's crises should not necessarily become an emergency for me.

It did, I let it get to me and it cost me a night's sleep.  I tried so hard to get to bed last night, but it didn't work.  How I managed to make it through today, I do not know - I was wired....even with little caffeine intake.  My nerves were about shot after I felt like I was being attacked.  I felt like a zombie.

Somehow, I knew today would be rough - and it was.

I did go to the car dealership to get my car looked at - the left turn signal was blinking twice as fast as the right - I had a light bulb burned out (I should have known that or I would have saved myself $10 on the installation) - Oh well, I got a frequent service card from them.  Maybe I can save money.

Then there's Farrah - she's my parents' age, and then Michael - who I was shocked to hear about (I was at the dealership).  I cam home and took a nap while listening to al lthe noise about Jackson.

I worry about their children.  Redmond O'Neal, Farrah and Ryan's son, is in prison on drug charges.  I hope Michael's kids are in school.