Ugh. Hectic week.
Okay, so, it really feels like I've been going a mile a minute for the past week. And, hoping to get some rest and recuperation this weekend, I was (once again) disappointed. No rest and relaxation for me... not that I didn't enjoy doing the things that I did, it's just that I am really, REALLY exhausted. Beat. Whupped.
Anyway, I've learned that, the less sleep I get, the more likely I am to be emotional, downcast, and otherwise unhappy with the way my life stands. Which is bad, because, in all honesty, I am quite happy with my life. Granted, I would dearly love to have a girlfriend, but, despite that propects on the horizon, I just don't feel that I should be dating right now.
Yes, I know, that makes no sense whatsoever, but, it is what it is. Sue me.
I dunno. It's odd. I don't understand it either. So, I'm making my way through the week doing what I have to, and that's that. Things will work out when they work out, and I just have to stick around until then.
In other news... this song just came through my iTunes... kinda made me feel better about everything...
"24"
Twenty four oceans
Twenty four skies
Twenty four failures
Twenty four tries
Twenty four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
Twenty four drop outs
At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago
Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty four strong
See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out
When You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising these twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising the dead in me
I want to see miracles, see the world change
Wrestled the angel, for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me
Twenty four voices
With twenty four hearts
With all of my symphonies
In twenty four parts.
I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.