Within a week or two of goal setting and wanting to write more in an attempt to better myself and keep myself sane, I've already begun to fail. Quite sorry about this, but I have become addicted to the show, "Sons of Anarchy." I've determined that seasons 1 and 2 are epic, but I'm not a huge fan of 3 (when Abel gets kidnapped). I'm not up to date on season 4 just yet... but I hope to be soon. I've heard it's a great success.
Things finally seem as though they might come back around. I visited with my doctor today, who thinks I should visit with a psychologist. This, I think, will be helpful. I'm not sleeping, not waking up feeling "rested." It's weird- maybe I'm more like Kerouac than expected. He, it seems, never slept. Kept going, kept writing as though he was... Anyway, I haven't the ability to write like him, to transform an entire generation. I can write about him, then tell you tales of my beagle, (get it, beagles have tails...bad jokes aside) but that's all I've got.
My beagle is quite well, as is work. This is all.
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