I can't sleep. I feel as if there's so much for me to do and give but here I lay. Aroused with creativity begging to be released. But what shall I do I have never been good with words or artistically inclined. Although I love to decorate and organize. You'd be surprised how much creativity those activities need.
What the hell is going on in the world. Are we getting paid off for someone's lack to get the ball rolling a month or so ago. What are the lifes of Americans worth nowadays?
Should we worry more about the economy or humanity?
Why aren't we always socially distancing ourselves? People stink! Especially this overly tanned potato. He needs new bed glasses.