Return of The Night Stalker

No. It’s not a bad movie. It is my current condition. Can’t shut off my brain. Can’t sleep. Found 14 in my office bed again (I am going to have to get to the bottom of that).

I permed my hair last night and burned my scalp. I will say this for myself, though, dinner was good. Nothing fancy but everybody ate it.

Sweating the tube as usual, I know that is a part of my midnight wanderings. Read a book, though, from beginning to end. That was a luxury.

Feel like I’m back stroking through butter. I forgot to call my mother.

OK THAT’S IT. I’M THROUGH WHINING!

Now it’s time to kick ass and take names. Except in the most extreme of circumstances a mood is something you can dictate. I am, as of this moment, declaring conviction, dedication, and dare I say it? JOY.

Peace.