Mr. Money, say it ain't so...

Big Money Rustlas was just as I expected. I enjoyed it as much as I could, I assume. Didn't take me back the way I thought it would have (or the way I hoped it would).

Is there really no going back???

If only...

If only I had night vision... I would be so much more productive.

For as long as I can remember I've been, what "they" call, a "night owl". It just seems to work for me. Except when it comes to doing "normal" things.

You can't build a deck at 3am or sit on the deck and read a book. Writing in a journal is impossible unless you're trying to make your shrink really work for their paycheck this week. Sure, some might say "just write a blog, you don't need the lights for that". Well, that doesn't really work for me either (obviously). Just the light from the monitor seems to inhibit any sense of productivity or creativity that may be lurking somewhere inside of me.

Night vision will never be a reality for me. I get it, as bummed as that makes me, I'll survive. However, now I'm faced with the daunting task of trying to learn new ways to express myself, find new hobbies, and continue to grow as an individual. Told ya... daunting.

So now, at 5:39am, I take a deep breath, make a (short) list of things that I want to do before the sun comes up and get on it.

Fresh

Well.. it's hard to be "postin" while I'm at work.. sad.. i know.