i am sitting here at work on a saturday (my weekend for manager on duty) and i have already gotten a lot of work done. sooooo, i wanted to blog. but, i don’t really want to hash out all the new years eve mumbo jumbo–i mean, hell, it ended up be a great night; however, not really what i had previously hoped for. but all in all, ok.
so, rather than sit here and type out a really boring blog about what i did and didn’t do or what has been going on the past few days, i think i just want to write poems. therefore, i hope, by the end of the day to have at least ONE good one. maybe two.
maybe that will help this sort of boiling that is going on in my chest. ug. somehow i feel like i can never really write about what it is that is important. maybe i just don’t know sometimes.