Its late and I am exhausted. I think I could close my eyes and be asleep. And yet I am fighting the need to sleep. I really want to be able to get caught up on my sleep and the one thing about being a working stiff is that I can't sleep past 10 am anymore. They (the magical they who make pronouncements about sleep) say its good to go to bed and get up at the same time every day. Well, my body has the whole getting up at the same time thing down, now if only I could manage the going to bed at the same time thing.
Also, I would really like to have an entry where I am in a good mood. But much like my early journals, I only write when there are things weighing on my mind. Most people who know me would have a hard time recognizing the person they know in this blog. Is it that I am a careful guardian of my public image and this blog is a representation of the real me or is it that this blog creates in me the desire to be dark and mysterious.
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