So, obviously on a sugar rush. Here I am. Insomniac. Thinking and deliberating.
I can miss what I used to see. Miss all those memories. But really I can’t tell you truly, if I do miss you and me.
Kind of spewing at the moment.
I’m feeling like I’m ready for time to move more swiftly. Can we say…quick montage to the future? That’d be great. First, of course, the epic background music (remix) has to be chosen. Not sure yet. Have a few ideas.
The final countdown
I’m a Barbie Girl – just to mix it up.
In no way does the music have to be motivational.
I’m not sure where I’m at. Kind of feeling like I’m floating through life. Grasping at straws.
The straws being forcible diet and exercise. Can’t tell if I’m really enjoying the participation or just the routine. Or just any of it.
For now I’m going to continue.
Work is losing it’s luster. Stress. Repetition. Disappointment. It’s so hard to really depend on any of my co-workers there. Smooth sailing ship is like a wet dream.
Good night. I think I’ll start a new book tomorrow. Something more…entrapping.