February 09, 2004

Everyday..

It sometimes seems like an overwhelming thing I have committed myself too. I started this blog, as the cool terminology goes, as a medium to share my thoughts. But my mind is jumpy lately. Everything piles up quickly because the amount of useless events that happens in our lives really is *unnumeral (*not a real word). My days are busy and my evenings are shared with others so its more of a chore to keep this activity going. Now don't think this is my farewell speech. No my friends, this is my excuse to my daily audience. There are many hours of the day and I need to utitlize them again. It wasn't that long ago that 2am was my standard bedtime. I find sleep alot more pleasing now. Its really a beautiful thing. The body needs it and who are we to deny the body its only desire of rest. Oh well its getting late tonight. I'm done with this...

Posted by omar at February 9, 2004 11:06 PM

Comments

Wow. I never thought I'd see the day that Omar would willingly accept sleep. much less call it a beautiful thing.

I remember when we where roomates in orlando about 5 years ago. we would both stay up late playing NHL 98 or watching TV. I always went to sleep at about 2 or 3 o'clock, but Omar would stay up until god knows when watching family automart commercials and playing computer games. funny thing was he would be awake when I woke up at 9 am. He said he had slept but I wonder...


Posted by: Alex at February 10, 2004 09:24 AM

'Family Automart'
I thought I was the only one watching that fool run around the yard.

"...useless events that happens in our lives..."
Would you say you have a 'plethora' of events?

Posted by: eShinn at February 14, 2004 10:39 AM

Si El Guapo. I would say there are a 'plethora'.

Posted by: omar at February 15, 2004 08:34 AM

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