Reading broken_dreamer's journal

I really should be in bed. I have to be at work in 5 hours. Yay! Not. It's too bad the Starbucks nearby doesn't open until 6:00. I'm not a fan of coffee, but I'm sure I could find something there to pick me up a bit. I suppose it won't be too bad, though. There won't be any customers in there for a good three hours, so I'll have time to wake up and maybe even act a little crazy with the other two women that will be there with me. Ha..

I had an interesting conversation with a friend of my mom's today. Well, really it was this morning at about 1:30 (she's the one I went to the bar with). She asked me all sorts of questions during the 2 hour total commute. One that she asked was if I remember any dreams I've had. the only ones I can remember vivdly are so depressing and strange that I don't believe I'll post them here, but trust me, it turned out to be an interesting conversation.

I finally found some sparks for a new poem. It's been so long, I quite literally jumped for joy when it occured. Right now, it's pretty much just a jumbled mess, but I'm still adding to it. I plan to post it on here to get some feedback once I re-work it a bit. You have no idea how excited I am about this. Really. I just hope my excitement pays off.

I promise to work harder at this journal. I've just been so out of it lately. I guess the lack of sleep isn't helping much. Maybe one day, I can make this worth reading.

Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.