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Another day, another unheard voice.  I get so tired sometimes of just living.  Don't get me wrong I'm no where near suicidal, but sleeping for several days does seem to hold a certain charm sometimes.  I did absolutely nothing today; I didn't even change out of my p.j's until about nine p.m. and that was only to shower and change into different pair of p.j's.  Honestly how pathetic is that?  On the plus side I finally caught up to everything that was stored on my DVR.  I really do love that thing I know longer watch "live" television.  I don't think I've seen a commercial in teh two years I've had it.  So, if you see someone screaming out in the middle of Wal-Mart about that coffee maker that uses the little pod like things to brew individual cups of coffee do not panic it is just me, discovering it for the first time again.

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this but I'm a frustrated writer, meaning I write but not very well so I don't let anyone read what I write.  I'm trying to start another short story but everytime I look at a blank page or even a blank computer screen I just wanna take a nap.  Maybe I need to sleep more at night.