I've been trying to start this entry for about fifteen minutes now. Between the news, MySpace, and just plain ol' spacing out, it's a miracle I get anything done.
Seriously though, I'm stressing. Work, life, sports, life, the future, the past. It's all just too much sometimes. Am I coming, am I going? There's just not enough time. Bookroom full of books, new orders coming in faster than I can replace them, people talking shit, the usual. Fuck, if people would just mind their own business and move along. Hell, they don't even have to make things better, just leave them the way you found them. But I digress...
Football, baseball, I can handle it, and it's usually not this bad, but I just don't understand how some people are just complete dicks. What makes them tick? How can they sleep at night? I don't know, I'm being dramatic, I guess, and who knows what the future holds, I may only being doing this for a few more weeks.
So, where was I? I guess I was going to touch on my "Everyday in May campaign". I've done, or attempted to do it for the last couple of years now. Basically I try to post at least once a day. This year I've also decided to try to work out in some way once a day. Whether it's a couple of miles at the park, or a few sets at work. I also planned on doing the pic a day thing (which I should be doing anyway) but I haven't taken one for today.
Scratch that, I just took one on my phone. Lame, I know, but it's a pic, deal with it.
Ack, the Simpsons are on and of course I got distracted playing with Sprint picture mail. I'm actually surprised at the quality of the shots I get off my Razr. Hmm...go figure.
Anyway, I gotta get to bed...