Chaos

It is 2:30 in the afternoon and here I sit, still awake. I tried sleeping a few times throughout the night typically sleep evaded me.

Two nights ago an idea for another creative entry drifted through my mind as I was slipping off to dreamland so yesterday I started committing it here. I was working on it a good portion of the day a few minor hiccups here and there as the exhaustion sank in until finally the thoughts got tangled somewhere between my mind and fingertips. And then there was a certain flirt, Mr. Flirt to you (he knows his name), that helped constipate my thought process lol. I was managing to push past most of the exhaustion and pound some of the words out until he sidetracked me with all that banter back and forth! (Ssh, he doesn't need to know that I secretly love it when he sidetracks me. We get along great so it has never bothered me when he strikes up a conversation - he could even do it more often and I wouldn't care. . . ) Just as I managed to get some organization back in the dusty grey matter hiding deep within the recesses of my head, he really threw me for a loop.

We were talking about how temperamental his phone is, apparently he has to hold it in a very precise location to get or send Txt messages. I know! My thoughts exactly. In fact I even told him I wasn't too sure I wanted to know said location. Smugly, I thought my wise ass comment had stumped him - no luck. He threw a curve ball that collided with my tummy and hasn't been dislodged yet. Fine I'll tell you what he sent back to me . I cannot quote it word for word because it has since been deleted but it was along the lines of no not the same place I would put you because if I put it under me it wouldn't get a thing. True Mr. Flirt and I are only friends, but yeah that Txt really sent me on a brand new roller coaster ride. Since then I haven't been able to get my thoughts back in order. Every time I attempt going back to that creative blog I can only think of his comment. Ugh!

Ha see Mr. Flirt, I told you that I would be up while you slept, blogging and thinking of your Txt. Did I know how to call it or what? Well my reaction to that Txt was pretty strong so that wasn't even a question of a doubt for me lol.

And I guess I should admit that I've sent him some flirty Txts before too. I doubt though that any of our exchanges have ever caused (at least he's never indicated it has) this much chaos. Why in the world did this one? Hmmm. . . Maybe it effected me so much because I was already in an *aroused* state due to the entry I had been working on. He bluntness probably didn't help matters, or my overactive imagination. And I know my fucking insomnia did not help at all.

The power of suggestion can be blissful once you succumb to it.