I can not sleep.

My coffee habit is out of control.

My favorite parts from today:

18 year old child:  Hey!
In a hurry me:  Uh yeah?
Child:  You dropped your smile back there.
Me:  Oh.  Wow.

Over eager waiter:  Hey, I just have to tell you.
Me:  What?  I'm smiling aren't I?
Waiter:  I'm sure you get this all the time.  But you look exactly like Zoe Deschanel.
Me:  I'll marry you.

Me:  These movies look like life wasters.
Abbie:  Yeah.  Want to go kayaking?
Me:  You're my favorite. 
Abbie:  You ok to do it in your dress and heels?
Me:  I can do anything well in heels.

Mandy:  So I talked to my mom yesterday.
Me:  Oh yeah?
Mandy:  Yeah.  I told her you look like Dora the Explorer.  Or Katy Perry.
Me.  Isn't Dora like, six?
Mandy:  Don't be surprised if my brother stops by. 

Me:  I wrote in my journal today.
Abbie:  Yeah?
Me:  I wrote that I'm on the road to skinny.  But I think I've been on the road for a long time.
Abbie:  Me too.  Want to go get icecream?
Me:  The road can wait.

Me:  God, I am tired of being still.  I am tired of being quiet.  I am tired of being weak.
God:  In quietness and rest is your salvation.
Me:  I'm rested.  I want to move.
God:  The ransomed of the LORD will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.