I got ten hours of sleep yesterday. I am now enjoying an excess of sleep, which is very uncommon. I'm enjoying it a bunch.
Busy night last night... made up for the night before quite nicely. Ran my butt off most of the night. A lot of it was fun, though... had a code red gunshot wound, among other things.
Some days... not very many, but some... I really don't feel like writing here. I feel that this journal is a joke, just like my life. I have to really stretch to find something that I want to write about... then I don't do it very well.
Generally, this is fun. It always has been. And it's also way to easy.
And it's easy because I don't spend a lot of time thinking about it... and I think that shows most days.
Point being... I don't push myself. And I don't really want to... that would make this too much like work. But I really would like to make this better, the writing more clear, more concise, more meaningful. This isn't much like writing, really, it's more like clearing my head every day. I guess that's pretty useful for me, though. But I can't help thinking that it's boring.
There are times when I really wish that I could write more about work, but I can't. That's certainly the most exciting part of my life, and it is mostly closed to exposure here.
O'well. I don't know.
I got up to pee yesterday afternoon and I saw Tyler briefly... he told me that he'd been cleaning
 Me and Trouble |
It's really nice having Tyler here. I enjoy being around both of my boys, they tend to make my life much more cheerful. Tyler and I haven't really had a chance to sit down and talk yet, though. I was hoping to do that when we went fishing, but we didn't go, so that blew that idea. And it's raining again today and will tomorrow, too, and I want to get started working on the garage Saturday... it's easier to get to talking about important things when we're fishing, but we can do it while we're working too...
More tomorrow...