I'm so busy, my head is almost falling off.
Like a hurricane, life is sweeping me around and throwing me out. Tonight I aim for an early night. Tomorrow will be another early morning.
I need golden slumbers to fill my eyes, instead I get broken sleep and shattered dreams. My thoughts are being spewed out into this blog right now. I may not be making perfect sense, but my brain seems to have stopped functioning properly. I need sleep.
I don't even know what this is. Is it a blog? A rant? Drivel? Genius? Bleugh.
Sorry Steemians, tonight it's not beautifully curated content. It's not well thought out poetry. It's not even exciting. But it is honest.
