Iím a few minutes away from going to work and Iím sitting here wondering why Iím still tired, despite the fact that I went to sleep at 11pm last night. Iím so tired these days, but not physically tired. Mentally there are so many things happening since the last time I wrote here. The quick rundown since I last wrote: JoeMobile died. Got old Subaru repaired but then it needed a new transmission. Got new transmission and then it was leaking. Aunt got very bad flu and had to be admitted into the hospital for a couple of days. She fine now. I had a paper due that I nearly missed, and then I have some other sources due this weekend and I havenít even started looking for them. My art show is next week and Iíve yet to frame my work. I framed one last night as a test.
The main problem is I canít get a head of steam going. I try and something jumps in front of me breaking all the momentum Iíve built up to that point. I feel like Iím being held back, by my own stupidity sometimes, but mostly because of everyone else. Thatís not a good feeling to have.
And I feel that I should write here more often, even if itís little entries like this one. Small entries are better than no entries. This one includes a picture I took with my iPhone the other day of clouds. I went to take pictures of a baby for a friend of my cousinís. It was horrible, Iím never going to take pictures of babies ever again. There are many reasons why I donít have, or will ever have, kids. Anyway, the time has come to go to work. Iím sore and mentally tired, but I gotta make the big bucks.