Blah blah blah blah blah
That's just kind of how I feel right now. I'm actually pretty tired, and I am considering going to bed. I do enjoy sleeping... a lot. Probably a helluva lot more than I rightfully should. Maybe it's not so bad though...
Ever have one of those days where you feel like you're just slowly sliding off the face of the planet? Yeah, well it happened recently and I didn't write about it in my earlier blog.
Why is it that sometimes when things feel right, you know in the back of your mind that it's wrong? Why does this always end up happening? I will never seem to figure out why.
It's getting closer to midnight, and my eyelids are starting to get a little heavy. I hate the fact that I always start to think to most right before I go to bed. Going to bed is supposed to be peaceful and relaxing. But no, my mind hates me and then just kicks up every single time I even consider going to bed...
I'm not sure why I fight going to bed sometimes. Maybe it's the fact that I'm scared that I will dream. Sometimes I just hate dreaming. Sometimes dreams control me and it makes me uncomfortable. Dreaming does have a positive side though. It does give me an opportunity to work out problems I may have in the world awake.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I never did move to New York... How different would my life be? Probably incredibly different. I would never have met her... I would never have made as many friends as I did, and I never would have experienced the things that I did...
Until next time,
I'm dropping out into the so unknown...
That's just kind of how I feel right now. I'm actually pretty tired, and I am considering going to bed. I do enjoy sleeping... a lot. Probably a helluva lot more than I rightfully should. Maybe it's not so bad though...
Ever have one of those days where you feel like you're just slowly sliding off the face of the planet? Yeah, well it happened recently and I didn't write about it in my earlier blog.
Why is it that sometimes when things feel right, you know in the back of your mind that it's wrong? Why does this always end up happening? I will never seem to figure out why.
It's getting closer to midnight, and my eyelids are starting to get a little heavy. I hate the fact that I always start to think to most right before I go to bed. Going to bed is supposed to be peaceful and relaxing. But no, my mind hates me and then just kicks up every single time I even consider going to bed...
I'm not sure why I fight going to bed sometimes. Maybe it's the fact that I'm scared that I will dream. Sometimes I just hate dreaming. Sometimes dreams control me and it makes me uncomfortable. Dreaming does have a positive side though. It does give me an opportunity to work out problems I may have in the world awake.
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I never did move to New York... How different would my life be? Probably incredibly different. I would never have met her... I would never have made as many friends as I did, and I never would have experienced the things that I did...
Until next time,
I'm dropping out into the so unknown...
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