It's almost one in the morning and I can't sleep. I was dying of lethargy earlier and now I can't seem to go down for the count. WTF?!? I want to start doing all the shit around the house that I wasn't able to do earlier but, this is fucking condo living and I'm sure as hell going to end up keeping some poor bastard up, so I'm planted here.

I feel I'm starting a new chapter in my life. This is where everything is going to get very exciting and yet hard. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't put those two words in the same sentence. I'm excited because I'm finally persuing the ideas I've had and continue to have. I can't wait to see them fleshed out, but it's going to be a very difficult road. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitching about the hard work but, I am having a hard time staying as motivated as I would like to be. I don't know if it's because I'm just a lazy fuck or if it's because I'm pushing myself too hard with unrealistic expectations.
I feel I'm done licking my wounds and the waves of anger have subsided, but I still feel embarased for what a horrible mistake I made in judgement. "Won't get fooled again!" - The Who
Time to rub one off and call it a night.