Good morning.
For a week now, my left eye has been twitching. More specifically, the bottom eyelid of my left eye has been twitching. It’s really annoying. It’s embarrassing, too, because you can see it. It happens at awkward times like when I’m paying for gas and I imagine that I look crazy to the guy behind the counter.
I had been thinking about going to the doctor or something, but instead I called my good friend Stephanie who is an optometrist. She said not to worry too much about it. She said it’s caused from stress, lack of sleep, and/or too much caffeine.
Last night I went to bed shortly after Lost concluded and Brandy and I debriefed on what in the world is going on with Locke and Sawyer. I went to sleep fine just like any other night. But I woke up early this morning and thought it was probably about time for my alarm to go off. I lay there for a while thinking of random unimportant things and then I looked at the clock. It was 1:30a.m. I was wide awake for no apparent reason. I prayed and asked God if He had woken me up to tell me something or if I needed to do something. That didn’t seem to be the case, though. So I lay there some more thinking that I’d just fall back asleep. I didn’t. I had some music going through my brain, so I decided to get up and see if I could play it.
I played piano for a while and then I played guitar for a while. Then I decided I would make my lunch for the day. I made Brandy’s lunch, too. Then I got online and found a healthy recipe to try out for dinner. I answered some emails, booked a show, and listened to John Piper.
At 4:40 a.m. I went back to bed. My alarm goes off at 5am, and on a good morning I get up shortly after that. This was not a good morning, so I reset my alarm for 5:45am. I lay
down, got cozy and thought about the dumbest things. “Do we have Thyme? What’s the difference between fresh Thyme and dried Thyme? Will the measure be the same? Do we have orange juice?” The word “ostensibly” kept going through my head. Not in a way like God was laying that word on my heart, but in a way like I was going crazy. Ostensibly. Ostensibly. Had I read the word “ostensibly” yesterday? Did I hear it on NPR? Ostensibly I appeared to be sleeping, but I wasn’t.
Just as my mind went from coherent thoughts to really strange thoughts that are usually followed by sleep, my alarm went off. I hit snooze a few times and then realized that a) I kept waking Brandy up and b) I was going to be late for work if I didn’t get up.
I sat up in bed and stretched, feeling that sick feeling in my stomach that reminds me of the morning after sleepovers and lock-ins from days of yore—only without the accompanying fun. Then my eye started twitching. It’s twitching now, in fact. The only reason I can possibly think of that all of this happened is so that I would have something to write about today.
