It's not over tonight, just give me one more chance to make it right...

I keep thinking about posting, but then I never get around to it. Mostly, the problem is that I can't figure out what to say. I have so much to say, really, but when staring down the bright-ass white screen to come up with something clever to say, I choke. I crumble under pressure -- that's nothing new.

I'm up late, as usual, because I have OCD that doesn't let me sleep until I've accomplished an appropriate number of tasks for the day. This number varies from day to day, but often I'm up late because of it. My OCD is a personal blend of guilt, anxiety,  and mental illness. I try to find the humor in it, but some days it just flattens my personality out because of the exhaustion. Not that I'm complaining, just an explanation. I've been told that I'm just quirky enough to qualify as a funny person, but I'm a bit sad today. I think I'll go download some new iTunes. That always cheers me up. Then it's back to work on my writing for a little while. The OCD says so.