Stars

In my life recently there are too many night, candles and tired eyes, and there are still many small things scattered all over the room, but they still do not find the right place for themselves. And the floor, used for tactical purposes, filled with drafts, notebooks, printouts of tests.
I honestly try to write at least one letter or one post a day, or both, to finally feel that I'm doing something on Steemit. And sometimes I even get as a result of a text that I'm not ashamed to publish.
In general, everything is fine, because there is always tea in the house, in my wallet there are always several thousand, which can be spent on nuts in chocolate, marmalade or lukum.
And I also know that knowing the future is bad for health, unpleasant and completely unnecessary, but curiosity is an incurable thing.
In my life suddenly a special place began to occupy the stars. Whether it be decorations on a candle, a postcard from Kat ... asterisks from envelopes or the movie "Star dust".
Now I want to paste on the ceiling many phosphoric stars and watch at night the starry sky.
Doctor, can this be cured?
And I'm glad about the fact that there are fewer regular followers of this diary. There are those who are really interested in reading my posts. This makes me happy, because reading "for a tick", gives me an inexplicable feeling of alert.