Well it is almost exactly one week after I wrote my last entry, and once again I can't sleep. I don't like not being able to sleep when I want to. I wish I was like Data (I've been watching too much Star Trek: The Next Generation) and either be able to start a dream sequence on que, or not even need to sleep. Or both. But I need sleep. I just can't always get it. Meh.
So I rambled a little more and posted it, but it was pointless. After I posted it I looked at some of my previous blog entries, and wow. I make absolutely no sense. I have written some of the most random crap. I can hardly believe it. I think I took a lot of my old posts down, but I think they're still around in draft form. I am going to put them back up to see how much I've changed over the years. I think my first blog entry was back in 2005. Oh life was so dramatic then. Or rather, I sure thought it was. I've definitely changed since then. I hope it's for the better.
The point of this post? Don't ask. I like the sound of my own voice.
Monday, January 21, 2008
One week later
Posted by collinhead at 1:36 AM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
i'm often surprised to see how much i write for the sake of my own writing.
Ditto....I need to find a better outlet for all my ramblings than just other people, though. At least you recognize that this is harmful. Now the proper recovery can take its due course. Run, Forrest, RUN!!! :D
[*looks at post eight minutes later*]
....Uh, don't ask what that was...To post, or not to post...
Post a Comment