It's currently nearly 2:00am here, and I'm not in bed.

I haven't gone to bed before 2 in some time.

It's not really because I can't, mostly because I don't want do.  I mean, sleeping is such a waste of time. It's a pity that it's necessary to live.  Imagine what one could do with nearly an entire third again of their life available to them.  I guess we just need to be reminded once in a while that rest is just as good for the soul

Of course, one really only needs rest when they're anxiously engaged.  Outside of school (which I am still attending, yes) and work (which I currently don't have) there's not much to do, so I just sit and stew and occasionally go bother my sister who lives not to far away.

It's tough not to have a purpose.  Not to say that I don't have responsibilities, but they seem so lowbrow these days.  My biggest problem is finding something that I truly enjoy.  Not a whole lot seems to come up when I think about it.

Ah well, the ramblings of a young adult at an early hour of the morn.  Felt like posting something.  Here ya go... don't know anyone who'll actually read this though.

Maybe I'll try to get to bed after all.  G'night!