Kitchen and clutter

I've been taking the "damn pill". It has turned me into friggin Martha Stewart. I've barely ventured out of the kitchen this last week. I've baked more goodies in the last few days than I have the last five years. I've forgotten what the rest of my house looks like. But, I peeked around the corner and it looks like chaos. Effin clothes all over the place.

The "damn Pill" is supposed to help me sleep at night. Forget that. I can't sleep now. and when I do I have the weirdest dreams. I've warned my son not to drive cop cars even though his cop friend asked him too. My mom has a boyfriend and is living with me. Frickin nightmares.

Sleep. Sleep. I want some sleep.