June 12, 2008 08:03 PM Blog Thoughts.

Sometimes I feel inspired to maybe take a dig through this journal and see if there was anything worth saving in the hundreds of previous entries. I think there has to be at least one or two pieces that could serve as an interesting topic builder out there. I know that some have praised me for my views on relationships, for instance. But of course, for every insight there is another post of me whining about this or that; hell, let's not forget the old trend of simply updating with strange news stories that I had come across that day (ah, memories). Regardless, I struggle at times to try and imagine where I would want to take the winding road literarly. What is my main purpose for writing beyond getting things off my mind? Is there a theme that I could begin addressing in order to get a larger response of the world wide public to talk back? Is this even really a blog until I actively begin updating with a true idea and then linking repeatidly to other places where one can find more information? Am I doing anything more than a public journal that hardly anyone reads?

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June 9, 2008 09:18 PM Ouch.

I have a fear that I am going to be late for work. It's never happened since I started working at Boro; even mornings where I was running behind schedule, I never actually showed up in danger of missing the first bell and not being there for my duty. I guess that's something to be proud of, although I think many people pull it off rather well in everyday society. Regardless, that fear is still rather potent because at times, I've been rather lucky. I've awoken late and managed to throw together something close to being presentable and make it work. So when I rolled over today and saw that my clock said "8:30" i freaked and leapt from my bed. That would have been nearly three hours after I normally wake up; a good hour after I was already supposed to be working at my job! With a halfday schedule, that would put me nearly into the third period!

I guess all these thoughts were rushing through my head, because something prevented the rest of my body from registering that I had leapt... and I came crashing down to the floor.

Laptop came falling behind me, making enough noise for Dave to come rushing to ask if I was okay. I acknowledged him, but was already struggling to my feet and hobbling around in an attempt to get ready. It was only after I had replaced my shorts with boxerbriefs, peed, and was struggling to come up with a way to sneak into my job did I realize: It was 8:30 pm and not am.

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