10.01.2013

two hundred. forty one.

happy october first, friends.
just made a batch of crockpot whiskey applesauce [bit heavy on the whiskey, ahem] to celebrate this special day. the house smells fantastic.

recently been having some curious sleeping habits. i think this is what it must feel like to go crazy. 
some examples:
talking to people who aren't really there - i wake up whispering in the middle of the night. it takes far too long to convince myself that i'm actually in bed and not at the grocery store or work.
i'll fall asleep with a sweater on and wake too hot, but i can't remember how to work buttons. 
i'll wake at 2a.m. and spend long, confusing moments trying to figure out how close 2 is to morning. is it morning already? did i miss the morning? why, i can't even begin to know. 

another thing:
a young boy told me a story about how his mother saw a picture of herself laughing. 
he said that she wasn't pretty when she laughed [like how some people look real cute] because her mouth was so gaping and her nose so squinched and her teeth so crooked. but it didn't matter because she was happy. 
she saw a picture of what she looked like and stopped laughing so much, because she'd think of it every time she got happy enough to start giggling.
he said: "I bet people who used to take those really serious pictures a long time ago would laugh when they were finished taking them. I wish we lived back then, so she would laugh after being serious instead of being serious when she wanted to laugh."