Now then, we enter her brain deep in thought and found these burning questions (note that if you were to get a glimpse of Stacey from the outside at this particular time "glazed over" would be the appropriate term for her general outward appearance)
Why is it that when I sleep really well, I'm more tired than when I've slept poorly?
Why is it that buying new underwear for the first time in forever has made me ridiculously happy?
Why did I decide to do the Special K challenge (and no this isn't sponsored, just something I'm doing of my own accord)?
Why can't weight loss be easier?
Why am I having dreams about friends with no uteruses being pregnant and ending up in strange places?
Why am I falling out of love with Twitter?
Why if I just went to the hair stylist on Saturday does my hair look like crap today?
Why do I want to dive into a vat of chocolate and eat my way out ?
Why does my dog have so much hair and how easy would it be to teach him to pick that shit up after himself?
Why am I ...zzzzzzzzzz
What's this!? We think. She's fallen asleep. Tune in tomorrow (or whenever Stacey is suffering from too much sleep induced dementia) for another thrilling installment of "Let's take a look in to Stacey's brain"
Y'all come back now y'hear.
Disclaimer: This may just be the craziest (read:stupidest) post I've ever written. But I'd be lying if I said I really wouldn't like answers to these questions. So if you can help a sister out any and all answers are welcome.