I didn’t get much sleep last night. Seemed like every time I turned around, the clock had slowly crept forward another twenty minutes or so. It’s one thing to see 11 PM, 12 AM on a work-night, but when you’re awake to see 1 AM, 2 AM, 3 AM, etc…
We’re shorthanded at work today, so I’ve had to give 110% of myself while only having my personal batteries partially charged from what little sleep I got last night.
I’m not whining, really.
Mondays are a good day to start a new story, to share a new adventure. To pour myself in to something outside of myself, but at the same time have it be something that I can control how I see fit. I finished writing a short story a little while ago and I think that I’d like to try it again. At least get some words down on paper and see where they take me. That’s not too much to ask, is it?