Midi-Chlorian
I am not sleeping. Yes, I know it probably has something to do with my return to nightshift and my subsequent napping most of the day. Still, the house seems like a quiet graveyard, eerily silent except for the rhythmic snoring from Georgia's smashed in snout. I decide to trade activities and walk by the TV in the bedroom looking for the laptop and I happen to see that at least Chuck Norris is working out on his Total Gym. "I could work out! I have a Total Gym in my garage. I could even do it in my underwear and no one would know," I tell myself. The fact of the matter, though, is I am tired, but my eyes simply won't stayed closed. "Too tired to" chuck it" in the garage, I might as well write", I concede to myself. I tried reading a book called, "House Rules" and I ended up in tears, which is about as far away from sleep as you can get. It is about a boy with autism and is just a little too close to home. The isolation of the fa...