So this is a Blog...hmmm- nice

time, time, time

This seems to be the absolute base of my life is TIME! I'm always concerned with it, constantly checking it, always trying to be on it and trying never to forget it. Well, I'm a student-athlete so it makes sense, but damn. And then I thought about it even more. At my track team practices, my coach always gives me a time to "make" for the workout. Why is my life encircled by it? Yet, and still it feels like I can't find the time to write what I want. I know, I know... my last entry was bitching and moaning about the same thing, but hey, I still haven't written anything since then. Don't get me wrong, I have been writing a whole lot in my head, and even some editing and revising- don't ask, I know, that's weird as hell, writing in your head- whatever, don't judge me. Anyway, I want to sit down with enough time to just write a few stories. I've promised myself that I'll find that time, or "make" it if I have to. Well, I'm doing everything else with time, so I might as well make it, shit, I might sleep with it, or blow it...(no pun- really, not a pun lmao). Gotta go and run--- literally run- damn this! Thanks for listening to me whine and complain for this entire entry, bye.