Sleep deprivation. . .

I love how anyone reading her lj knows what's happening.

A poem of sorts:

I am looking at plane tickets.
Still in the realm of the hypothetical, but I am looking at them.
And looking around the house, thinking I will need
To buy wine, I will need to buy candles, I will need to wash the sheets and buy another coffee cup.
And knowing that I am building dream-castles.
But still thinking
I can't wait.