Sometimes I wonder why I can't just call it a night like normal people do. I go through my day, do a lot, and by the time bedtime rolls around, I just am not satisfied. There is always so much more to do and see, so much more to say and think about. Perhaps I'll let this blog be a place to just dump my thoughts. Somewhere I can just paste the fragments of my mind onto, and perhaps arrange them into a mosaic. Or it could end up just a random splattering of thoughts. But isn't that what abstract art is anyway? So here I am writing when I should be sleeping, because that's just what I do.
