Ya know... I sit here and read other peoples' blogs, and I feel a bit jealous. Other people's seem so much better written with an actual point, or some thought behind what they're saying. I just kind of get on here without a purpose and have at it, writing whatever comes to mind. You couldn't tell, could you?
I'm not well spoken. I'm not well read. I feel like life is slipping away, and I need to document it somehow to give myself some type of history since my brain doesn't seem to remember things properly. I can come back to this a few years from now, and be nostalgic kind of like when I read the old
#porn logs. It makes me remember a completely different me than I've come to know today, that I somehow forgot ever existed. It's weird.
What's new in life? Nothing at all. Still working. It's been a rough week without much sleep. I actually started feeling ill on the drive home today for some reason. I've never felt like that before. I was fine all day at work, and on the drive home, I actually felt like I was getting car sick, which is a feeling I haven't felt in years. I stopped at Best Buy just so I could get out and walk around. I never really started feeling better, even after spending around 15 minutes in there. I got back in my car, and continued on my journey home. I stopped again once I crossed into South Carolina at Sub Station II to get myself some dinner. By the time I left there, I was feeling slightly better, but the continued drive home made me ill again.
I got home, ate about half my sub, and fell asleep on the couch. I slept for a couple of hours and woke up around 9:30 this evening. The sick feeling is gone. I'm kind of worried that I'm coming down with something though. Perhaps it's just lack of sleep. Here's hoping...
