I have an email box brimming with things I have already poured out, or ideas of things that I want to rattle on about.  So, right now, it’s not the writing that’s keeping me away.  It’s the time thing.  Thursdays are always hard to find time, I’m busy morning til night.  Wouldn’t have it any other way.  Most other days I should be able to carve out ten minutes to sit still and write.  Hmm, why isn’t it working?

First there’s the moving.  I’m having to move half my junk to a different room in the house.  I actually haven’t been involved in most of it so far, but the thought wears me out.

Yesterday I get a free pass because I was busy SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT at a Foo Fighters/Weezer concert.  Foo has never disappointed me live, and last night was the best I’ve seen.  It was rocking fucking awesome, and thanks for the Tenacious D too!!

And the rest is a combination of having to take work home with me, and not wanting to spill my guts about the hateful, annoying, stressful, and (lets face it) mundane details of my life the last few days.

I’m in desperate need of a full nights sleep.  Hopefully tomorrow night this will happen.