Midnight Madness...

I'm working a lot lately. Basically from 5am to 6pm.. I am at work, on my way to work, or coming home from work... and ANYONE who KNOWS me... Knows that when
I get depressed, I work. Needless to say, I don't get much sleep...
There are rare occassions in between being asleep and awake that I have great ideas. My words flow poetically and eloquently (this however, is NOT one of those times).
I can write ENTIRE stories during this time... or even poems.. And they sound
perfect... the bad part is I can't remember them when I wake up.. Oh well.

I feel restless. I told my friend today that I feel so out of place. Like, ok what do I do with myself? I am NOT unhappy.. I'm ... well, I don't know what I am yet.

I have weird thoughts too! For instance, I'm driving down the street and all of a sudden, I think: I'm really a man. I feel like a man sometimes. LOL I mean, for whatever that is worth. Since I honestly have no real clue on what being a man feels like, but I sure don't feel like much of a woman nowadays. I digress. *sigh*

I hate hairy legs, but I'm too lazy to shave mine... and why is that some women
can have 6 kids and have a completely flat stomach, when I had just ONE and my stomach looks like a hippo's ass.. More of my wonderful thoughts. I wonder if midgets
ever have eating disorder's like anorexia or bulemia... and why isn't there ONE mexican that can drive?

p.s. I swear if ONE more person calls my job and says, Honda's are
supposed to last forever! i'm going to strangle them...
Teej, I need some here... lol