All throughout the day yesterday, something would happen and I would make a mental note to myself to write a post about it. Ideas that I had included a movie script about Tom Cruise's attempt to kidnap Suri, the difficulty I have watching anything on TV that's not in HD, and the lesson Jay's teaching me by refusing to call or text us during his mission trip to North Carolina. I had several more ideas but I wasn't carrying my little notebook around with me to capture them and now they're forgotten.
At the end of the work day, I had every intention to sit down and write something. However, before I knew it, it was dark and I was tired. So, I went up to bed. I just didn't have the energy to get online. To make up for that, I reset my alarm to go off 10 minutes early so that I could write something as soon as I got up in the morning.
Now, it's 5:30AM and I'm sitting here wondering about the absurdity of setting my alarm to get up early just to post a blog entry. Really? Has it gotten that bad? Honestly, I think the answer has to be "yes." In fact, I may need an intervention. It's a little embarassing to even be sitting here writing this so early in the morning. There's no way I could come up with anything terribly good in just 10 minutes (which is all the time I've given myself). I'm sorry.
The good news (sort of) is that I've got 9 hours in the car heading back and forth to Roanoke today and tomorrow. I'll do my best to dream up something worthwhile in my head so that I don't have to repeat this same silly exercise on Friday morning. I get up early enough already.
This is where the magic happens.
