Well, here it is in EST 11:45PM and I am no where near ready to go to bed yet if you had caught around 4:00PM earlier today, I could have slept for hours. I have a major meet and great with a major client tomorrow out of town and I have to be on my best to make it work well. I hate depression or whatever category this ailment falls under. I felt wonderful all day and now I cannot sleep after four shots of vodka and a beer. (maybe I should take a xanax) All the crap that runs through my head that makes no sense starts this time of night. -- what is the purpose of being here? Is there a God? and if there is, where is he? Is anyone out there? Does anyone else know how to get their life to sync with the clock? I just wish I was normal. - whatever that is?
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