2005-03-28 - 11:01 p.m.
Mom and I both failed to get any decent amount of sleep last night*, so this morning (like many others) was one where it was best not to speak. Of course, being a mother made her immune to this realization. I'm beginning to think that the purpose of parents is to try your patience to it's limits. I'm also beginning to think I'm pretty slow on the uptake.
Writing daily (or at least, an entry for/roughly about every day) is a good reminder that my life is over all pretty damned boring. Pretty much all the same things to bitch about, all the same things to muse over. My life has this sense of suspension, and I can't help but wonder what I'm waiting for.
(* - Spelling corrected 1-15-06)
