friday

It's is friday, and ... I'm at the coffeehouse. I got up ... not that early today, I woke once at 2 in the morning, or something, and fell back asleep. I think I didn't wake up again until after five. Somehow, I decided that it would be a good idea to jog. I ran for like, half a block, and almost collapsed.

It's interesting, because I came home last night. I had wanted to go to the coffeehouse, but events conspired against me. So, I went home and ate, I emptied my refrigerator, and defrosted it. It totally made me want to clean my house out, just clear everything up.

I've been thinking about drama lately, and how my life revolves about me thinking and thinking and thinking about stupid stuff. And how little I really write. Like last night, I went home, and I didn't really write at all. I think I wrote for like, less than an hour. And now it's morning, and I ... I'm avoiding writing again. But I think if I put in any time in the morning, it's a good thing.

It's interesting to me, because I feel like I am going to start writing even more than I do. I could see myself just totally writing all the time.