Had this really weird dream. You know the kind that when you wake up from it, and then you go back to sleep it continues. This happened all night. I wont get into the specifics, but Im thinking about writing it all down and then perhaps making a short story about it.

I have been wanting to get back into the whole writing thing again, but life happens and many things get put on the shelf. Im really happy though when I write. When I was moving some old boxes out of my moms garage I happened upon some of my old short stories...and I kinda was humored by them...the ideas in my mind.

I feel like I have a million and one ideas screaming to be elaborated on and written, but where to begin...Im not sure. Maybe I will go to the library and pick up a couple of books....that should give me a couple of ideas...I just wish there was more time in a day, and my body could survive off of 3 hours of sleep, consistantly. Its like once I get one thing completed, a whole mess of things rain down that need attention immediatly.

But it is important to do something for myself that I enjoy and isnt damaging....so somewhere in the short day and even shorter night, Im going to find some time and get back to what I enjoy. Yeah...cool.