Nasty night. Busu busy busy. Ran all night.
I have to stay until 07:30 all week to cover CT, since two of the CT people are gone. I don't really mind that.
I just mind running all night.
Anyways, I found the pictures of Jeff... today's is of Ric and Jeff and Debbie, taken on a moment of some occasion, deduced by Jeff's getup... the bow tie looks good on him.
I couldn't get to sleep yesterday until after 13:00. Went to bed, couldn't sleep, so I got up finally and watched the first half of the KU basketball game. Went to bed during the half after I talked Karen into giving me a back rub. Right to sleep. Karen gives good backrubs.
Still... not enough sleep.
As you are aware, I will be completing my fifth year of this journal on the thirty-first of March. I've decided to make some major changes about when I write, how often I write, and especially what I write about.
Yeah, I am getting kinda tired of doing this every day. And the same old way. And bitching about the Same. Old. Shit.
I do have some very faithful readers and I can't really figger out why. A few days ago I reviewed what I'd written over the last month, and it made my ears burn.
Trite was the first word that came to mind. Pedestrian was the next one.
I'll admit, I do have occasional flashes of brilliance, but they are few and far between, and all of the BS that needs to be waded through to get there can hardly be worth it.
I haven't exactly decided on the format, or much of anything else, for that matter. But I'm planning on divesting myself of a lot of stuff.
Anyway, you're forewarned. I still have a lot of thinking to do, and I'm not gonna do it on a day like today, when I think that I can think myself into bed and that's about it.