This Year I Will

try to write more. I am not very resolute on my resolutions. The other night, I had a dream that I moved back to San Antonio and went into my house and my nephew was very excited to see me and was yelling "Peter! Peter!" Woke up and realized that we don't live in that house anymore, and my nephew can't remember my name.

Mornings are tough for me. I stay up too late, don't sleep well, and wake up too early.

I am toying with the idea of making this blog private. I would just like a place where I can write things I think or feel, and I am usually at odds with these, I don't believe the things I think I think or the feelings I feel warrant a venue or consideration, but that is just hypocritical of my own consciousness. I do not think I will have a theme, or an overarching goal to this blog. I do not think I will post clever or humorous links or try to illicit responses from the 0 readers I have. I think I will only type and type and type until I feel like no longer typing. I am already at odds with this blog and my sense of self-importance. I will try my best not to complain about money or jobs. I will probably relay the cryptic messages of my heart. Right now, I feel about par for how I usually feel.

Maybe this will help me organize my thoughts.