As Promised...

More consistency in the form of a late night/early morning post.

Just got in from a jog/interval work out.

I believe I can safely say I've met my quota of fitness for today.

Two work outs in one day is more than enough, in my opinion.

My shins are killing me from doing those five hundred stairs.

I won't be surprised AT ALL if I get diagnosed with shin splints.

Had less than happy thoughts today, about multiple things that I keep hoping will sort themselves out.

Realized post work out that I really have nothing worth complaining about,

people around the world have it far worse off than me.

Unfortunately that doesn't really diminish the frustration/upset.

Back again

I have been frightfully remiss with blogging frequently/consistently, 

but I've fallen into that stupor of "nobody reads what I write anyway".

Clearly that's the whole reason why I don't tout my writing,

but lately loneliness has been clouding my better sense of judgment.

We really pray the crappiest prayers sometimes.

I was thinking today of how I've prayed before,

"Oh God, please make him like me!  I'll do anything!"

Now I look back and think, 'Ew!!!  THAT guy???'

It's a good thing that God ignores those selfish and idiotic prayers.

Otherwise we'd be experiencing some very unpleasant things.

Lately Imogen Heap has been my best friend, and also Regina Spektor.

Those two artists seem to go hand-in-hand for me.

And btw, if you like Imogen Heap, check out this beautiful interpretation of "Hide and Seek".

Delightful.

Okay, so I'm going to attempt to be a bit more consistent with blogging.

I've noticed a definite trend--when I write in my diary I usually slack with the blogging,

and of course that effect works vice versa as well.