I require excessive amounts of sleep.
Ex-cessive.
And yet, here I am. Wide awake at just-past-midnight.
Pretty is at work. I'm not really lonely though. Surprising, yeah?
I was just thinking that I've been enjoying the alone time, actually.
Caught up on some trashy TV, plucked my eyebrows, completely coated my parched skin in Bliss Body Butter, bought more lovelies from Etsy without the proper funds to do so...

So, this is when I am supposed to discuss the New Year.
I don't wanna.
Not really a fan of this particular holiday to be honest. I don't so much care for boozing, boozed up people, crowds of people, loud noise, or celebratory nonsense in general.
The pressure to come up with ways to improve my lifestyle isn't appreciated either.
I suppose I just want to come up with these things naturally...so I don't have to be so damned disappointed in myself needlessly.
Also, I'm fairly content with how things are going now.
You know, for the most part.
Whatever.
Anyway.

I obsess over stupid shit.
Constantly.
The same crap runs through my head all day long.
Not always worries or complaints though.
I inherited a citrine stone about a year ago.
Sort of a random thing to inherit.
People keep planning to have it put into a piece of jewelry, but never do.
So now it's been passed to the next generation, in hopes of someone being slightly less lazy.
"Here, Courtney. You make jewelry...find a brilliant and gorgeous way to showcase this treasure from generations past."
No pressure or anything. Geez.

I'm scared to attempt what no one else has manged to do, since I have no talent and all.

Sleep?