It's 2AM and I'm Writing a Song

OK, so I'm not writing a song. I'm blogging. Blogging for the first time in two years, to be exact. I started this blog years ago to rant and rave, tell my stories, and just share to whomever was unfortunate to stumble upon this and read. And it was great. It served it's purpose. I ranted, raved, told my stories, good and bad, and people actually read. Then I stopped. Why? Good question. Probably because I no longer had the time. Or maybe because I felt obligated to write a post, and it therefore became a chore. I don't know. But I stopped; put it on hold for awhile. Only that awhile apparently became two years.

Two years. It can seem like a lifetime, or like no time. For me, these past two years have been both, especially when considering my blog. I've actually been thinking about picking this up again, blogging again. I liked it. And apparently, enough time has passed because it doesn't feel like it would be a chore. Not to mention, I have time now. I come home from work now, and that's it. I'm home. I don't have any papers that have to be finished (or in my case, started), no tests to study for, no busy work to do. I'm free. OK, maybe, occasionally, I'll have to do some grown-up things, like pay bills, balance a checkbook, laundry, etc., but that doesn't occur every day. For me, some of those things don't even occur monthly (not the laundry part, though). So what am I going to do to fill my time? You know, those endless hours from the time you get home from work until you deem it late enough to go to bed (because going to bed at 9PM is what parents do, right?). I could go out, but nightly? Please, even at 22 I'm not up for that.

So, here I am. Back to rant and rave, tell my stories (good and bad), and share with those who are yet again unfortunate enough to read. (I would say "sorry" to those of you, but I figure by now you should now, so it's your own fault.) In the meantime, sit back, grab a snack (chocolate is always a good choice), and enjoy.