bronte

Well, this is my first entry in what could end up being pages and pages of nonsequitous streams of consciousness. This is the 5th day this week that I've watched the sun come up. I suppose I need to choose between going to bed or downing a couple Red Bulls and toughing it out. I'm on my mini-retirement, so the terms "night" and "day" really don't have meaning anymore. My mind is racing 1000000 miles per minute right now, so sleep seems like a pipe dream...whatever that means.

P.S. Ninjas > Pirates