What words may come.

 Can anything be accomplished?

I don't know of anything that I am actually going to say.

I don't know what I am going to write at all, but I am certainly in a more comfortable position to write.

I don't have anything to say. This is the problem. I try not to have opinions on most things. I ride the fence. I stay the middle course.

And now, I am left with what I am left with. I am doing what I am doing. I am who I am. I am sure I am with who I say I am with... what?

I don't know what words may come, and I am certain a large portion of them will be nonsense. Tell what happens.

The dog kicked him in the back lightly as he lay there in bed, groggy and swollen, adjusting his eyes to the dim light. It was 5:11am and DB was being woken up by his dog. He was already annoyed. Then got angry later.

What a waste.

There never seems to be enough time to do all the things you want to do once you find them - Jim Croce

I don't really know what to say or do anymore. I am getting it right in fits and starts, living this life... doing what needs to be done, etc.

And these are the things.

I am overladen with fat. covered and smothered.

These things.

What a waste all of this writing is. What more I could be doing with my time and effort and tiny bit of energy.

ab workouts, not laying down.

Right, looked it up, whatever.

Won't do it.

 This negativity is killing me... need to do something different.

Gotta write positive, thankful, grateful, etc.

I'll try.