Well, here I sit, in the wee hours of the morning, once again, up WAY before I should. I know I'm going to pay for this later today. I was going to go back to bed but for some reason my coffee started brewing at 2:40a.m..someone pushed buttons on my coffee maker again. So, I am sitting here reading blogs, drinking coffee, and wishing I could clear my mind of junk and sleep. Well, no chance of that, now that I'm drinking my coffee.

I was just reading some of my friends blogs and thinking, "you know, I used to be able to really write from deep within myself." For some reason I can't get there anymore. Maybe it's because I don't really like what's there. I don't know. I just feel like the door is closed. I can't get to it. I feel like it's there and I want to write it but the words don't come. And when I do get something out I usually regret it. I'll probably wish I hadn't posted this for all the world to see.

In light of that observation, I'm going to stop this post and pick up my journal, where only me and the Lord can see the thoughts of a crazy lady, like me.