Boy George, I hate Karma Chameleon he was on repeat in my head for hours!
It didn’t matter what I tried, my usual 1,2,1,2 breathing and counting, he snuck in, thinking about waves on a beach, he was in the back ground, pretending in in a black hammock in a black room surrounded by a vacuum of space, and George…
I finally fell asleep around 6am and woke up to, Hot dog jumping frog….
Stop Walking on Egg Shells 