Morning news

It's 4 a.m and I'm awake. I buried my nose in my husband's back and lodged my cold feet under his warm body in a last attempt to fall back asleep. It didn't work. My brain at in the middle of the night can best be described as a newsroom. Thoughts pour out of my head, from the logical to the ridiculous. There's the late-breaking news, second-day stories and features, all firing out at once, and the ticker, running nonstop... Where is my book...Why does my stomach hurt...Why hasn't the conference coordinator called...What if I have a tumor...What if the plane crashes...I miss Eliot...I miss Riley....I miss London...Raw diets are stupid...I need to pee...What if the hotel in NY is booked and Elena can't get a room...She could stay with us...That would be weird...Would she think it was weird....It would be weird...Will Daniel get into law school...Where are my keys...I need to pack...Michael needs new underwear...When was the last time I had a period...I need to write my presentation... I need to read more...Todd should be famous...I need more time to do things I like...What if I never leave LA...But I like parts of LA...I hate LA...I want to live in New York...Will it snow while I'm in New York....I miss my mother....Portland rains a lot...I like the rain....Why did Summer tattoo her fingers...I need more holy water...The students are driving me nuts...I hate driving...Is that a squirrel on the roof...I hope it's a squirrel and not a rat...New York has rats...I need new clothes...My car needs serviced...I have to call the car detailer...Did I give James the keys to the newsroom?...I have to call the printer...I'm hungry...I should give up caffeine...I want some coffee...I hope Eliot's stomach is OK...The kitchen needs redone...I hate ranch houses....I miss Santa Monica...Did I brush my teeth last night....Is it true that bedbugs bite...What is a bedbug....I'm itchy....I have to call Lucia...Why did Danny get voted off American Idol...If birds chirp at night, does that mean they are night birds...Is there such a thing as a night bird....What was that bug in the pool...It had wings...What if it multiplies....I hate bugs....The crickets will be back soon...I hate crickets ...I hate beetles worse than crickets...At least beetles are quiet...still, they're worse...no rats are worse...why do people hate rats but like squirrels...I like pigeons...I miss New York...I miss the kids more...I hope I don't get cancer...I want to live forever...I'm getting older...I need to write a book...One day older and one day closer to death...Pink Floyd's lyrics are depressing...What are the lyrics to that song....WHAT ARE THE LYRICS TO THAT SONG?....I need to go look it up on the Internet....I need to pee anyway...and I want coffee...but what about giving up caffeine....I can't give up caffeine and drive every day....Where is my robe...My robe needs washed...My other robe is white...It cost too much...I can't get it dirty...What is the point of having things you don't use....I need less stuff...Where is my damn dirty robe...I'm getting up...Maybe I'll try to sleep again...Lack of sleep will kill you...What if I'm dying....I need to sleep...I can't believe Michael looks at people's asses all day...What a strange profession...Speaking of asses...I hope I don't have any lunatics in the newsroom this semester....WHAT ARE THE DAMN LYRICS TO THAT SONG...I'm getting up.