Crawling toward 2pm...

Worst sound in the entire world: Alarm going off at 4h45.

Ok, I'm sure there are worse noises than this, like teaspoon in mug, FUCKING incessant sneezing **BLSU** , I'll stop there....

I am NOT a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. Being even mildly sociable before 10am is just not an option for me. Early starts, unless for a very very very good reason (read: International travel, or adventure of some sort) leave me grumpy for hours. No amount of coffee can grab me by the hair and drag me out of the slump.

What is this blog post even about?? This is what it is not about:

Despite strong leanings toward creating an entire blog focused on the guilt I feel at leaving Franklin (and Tori) in kennels over Christmas, I overcame the urge (much to the relief, I am certain, of my one and only follower) Haha.

I am signing out now, and, in order to make history (my own) for the most blogs created in one day, I shall blog again later.

A test of willpower and strength...

Tonight is the ultimate test of willpower, strength, commitment to the cause; a true battle between good and evil, right and wrong, smart and dumb.

What is this all about?

Alcohol.

I have not overindulged in alcohol in a while. Yes, 'tis the season, and all that, but my liver is squealing out in pain follow years of unhealthy binge drinking (read: alcohol abuse). I do believe that Amy Winehouse's liver would win in a contest of viability with mine. Not good.

So, tonight is the big test for me. Can I go out, without drinking in excess, losing a shoe (or two), falling on the rocks, and then passing out on the bathroom floor in only my underwear (and one, or no shoes)?

Watch out for the update.

Living life like an ocean...

I haven't updated my blog in weeks. This isn't because I didn't have anything to say. This is because I didn't have anything meaningful to say.

Don't be led to believe that the fact that I'm doing this today means that something earth-shattering is going to be said. Keep your expectations low. That way you won't be disappointed in what is going to follow...

I'm feeling rather nostalgic. There is this song, these lyrics, which I can't seem to get out of my head. They keep bubbling to the surface. It's not a song I know well. In fact, I had to google the lyrics in order to find out who wrote it.

It goes like this:

Looking back at the beginning of this
And how life was
Just you and me loving all of our friends
Living life like an ocean
But now the currents slowly pulling me down
It's getting harder to breathe
It won't be too long and I'll be going under
Can you save me from this?

Cause it's not my time I'm not going
There's a fear in me it's not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
Ooohh but I won't go

I look ahead to all the plans that we made
And the dreams that we had
I'm in a world that tries to take them away
Oh but I'm taking them back
Cause all of this time I've been just too blind to understand
What you matter to me
My friend this life we live it's not what we have
It's what we believe in

Cause it's not my time I'm not going
There's a fear in me but it's not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
But it's not my time I'm not going
There's a will in me and now I know that
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
Ooohh but I won't go
I won't go

There might be more than you believe
(There might be more than you believe)
There might be more than you can see

But it's not my time I'm not going
There's a fear in me it's not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
But it's not my time I'm not going
There's a will in me and now it's gonna show
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
Ooohh

There might be more than you believe
(There might be more than you believe)
There might be more than you can see

But I won't go
No I won't go down
Yeah

Mmm, so what does this all mean? I'll let you know when I figure it out. What I do know, but do not understand, is that I know less now than I did when I was 20. Strange, but true.