Blue Dog Nights

Small stuff that I am grateful for today: completing my first month of small stuff. (Ok, well, kinda sorta. Yes, I know I had to kind of cheat a couple of times and combine a few days, but it wasn’t for lack of desire, it was for lack of an interweb signal or the lack of desire to pay $12.99 a day for an interweb signal. Ok, so maybe it was a lack of desire. But, $12.99 a day, come on people, that’s just hotel robbery! I mean, money doesn’t grow on trees ya know. Oh great, now I sound like my Dad. Alright, maybe I should just wrap this up for the night. I’m tired and my brain hurts. Does anybody else’s brain hurt? Why do things have to be so complicated? Or are things really simple and we humans just think we need to complicate them? And why does it so feel so complicated to think about why things are so complicated? Why can’t we just all get along and sing a nice round of Kumbaya? Like around a nice camp fire? We could make s’mores. I mean how can you not get along with someone and see eye-to-eye while singing folk songs and eating tasty chocolately, marshmellowy, gramham crackery goodness? Oh great, now I’m hungry. But I’m also really tired. Should I eat something or just go to bed and hope that my brain will stop hurting? Or should I eat something and then go to bed and hope that my brain will stop hurting? Geez, is it really only like 7:15 PM? Why does it feel so much later? Is it too early to go to bed? Why do I feel slightly guilty about going to bed so early even when I’m so tired? And why am I so tired? Am I tired because my brain hurts? Or does my brain hurt because I’m so tired? And really, why is the sky blue? And is it really blue? What is blue anyway? Is my blue the same as your blue? Probably not since I seem to have some color-blindness issues. Seriously, I really do think it’s time to crawl in to bed and put an end to this day. What do you think?)