A Nap Wouldn’t Be Half Bad
One small thing that I am starting to realize is that it is somewhat difficult to write when you are half falling asleep. Running for close to two and a half hours will tend to do that. Recovering from having some of the worst sleep of your life will also tend to do that. Maybe the lesson we should learn from all of this is that alcohol punishes you beyond just a hangover you might have for a day. Seems like my creativity and overall energy are still off and its been close to 48 hours from my last drink.
Should I write more than just that paragraph, or should I call it a night? The sun is still up so I might as well keep writing for a little bit.
Life has kind of been a little bit of blur since the last time I published something. I do have things I have written but I haven’t published them due to their rather disjointed, unorganized nature and some pseudo-philosophical ranting about life being meaningless or something in a similar vein. Life isn’t meaningless, it’s complicated. So, for the sake of trying to find organized thoughts, I haven’t written anything in a while. I still haven’t really found anything organized at this point, but I am able to give a status report that “finding meaning to my life” as a sprint goal was probably a little too ambitious.
