So tired

I've been up for 42 hours straight and the sad thing is that I'm off, not out partying, and still awake. To torture myself even more, I'm seriously considering picking up another 24 hours shift at the part time job which would put me working 96 hours straight Fri. morning through Monday morning. I've worked one 96 before, and it actually flew by fairly quickly, at least up until the very last day when the cabin fever started to kick in. Anyhow, my body & mind a re starting to tell me that this thing called sleep wants to come out and play now so good night little ones.

the mighty pen

So there's a bit of irony in the creation of this blog, for many years (at least 12), I found myself detesting writing, grammar, etc. It wasn't until my freshman year of college that I began to somewhat enjoy writing. Only then, in part because in my professors eyes I was good at it.
I've notice however that many people tend to find writing to be therapeutic and a great way of presenting their thoughts so that they may share them with others as well as provide some sort of self clarification on the things life brings us.

P.S. This still doesn't mean that I enjoy it