well, here i am.

blogging again.

i tried this whole blog thing for a while, on and off. but i never seemed to have the dedication to keep it going. however, writing is cathartic for me, and given my stress level as of late, i figure getting back into writing isn’t such a bad thing.

so, hi. i’m fairly certain that people won’t be reading this, but hello anyway.

 

it’s 1:21am on saturday.

i’m under the influence. alone.

i should be scratching out things on my to do list.

instead, i’m cracking another beer and trying vainly to figure out how to make time go backwards.

time going backwards = partly because i need sleep before work at 6:30am, partly becasue i don’t have enough time to conquer the mountain of work i have to do, and partly because i want to eliminate the “what-ifs” that are currently gnawing on my imagination.

ugh. i feel so emo. someone pass the hair dye and incredible self-loathing, please.