so i am awake. it is late. not ungodly late, but you could say it is getting there. what is the point of a blog? well i am home, so it is not to keep in contact with people. and with this reasoning, i can make my blog be whatever i want. afterall, a "blank piece of paper" is a blank canvas.
this late night deep thinking is strange. it is peaceful and necessary. it reminds me of working my 13 hour shifts. when i was awake nearly 24 hours, and those last four hours i lost control. my thoughts were off the wall. my feet were begging me for sleep, my homework was screaming to be done, residents were ringing for bum-changes and my head, mein kopf, my thoughts, they were in my pituitary gland.
when i begin to think deeply, or when i am awake too many hours in a row, i begin to clench my jaws. after my shifts i could almost count on driving home, rubbing my mandible, wondering "why do i do this?".
and so world, this is my blood. it's red, just like yours.
