clocks and words

I need to force myself to write. Not to read...that comes as naturally as breathing (unless it's homework).

But to make time to write...that's another story.
He heh. No pun intended.

I thought I wrote best in the mornings, but apparently I don't. Since I can't seem to wake up to do it. But I'm not really free in the afternoons. And I'm tired in the evenings, plus I have to...well, I ought to have some sort of life with my family.
I've got to make this work.

I will.

I also had a REALLY weird dream that I won a scholarship....for $3,330 ....hmm. I made a vow to God to give Him that amount of money. Well.. $333, to be exact. But I guess that would be a really small scholarship. So far I've only paid $111 of it.

Okay. I get the message.

But the dream was weird because in it, my old manager from school (when I worked on campus) uh...we were sort of..interested in each other. And that's weird. Yep. Really weird. I haven't thought of him in ages...and there was nothing THERE when we did work together. I can't even remember his name...

Ah. Brandon. There we go.

But funny how a dream can mess with your feelings, eh?