Tired Eyes

Another early morning. 4:28 am at this glance. The darkness outside still reflects the pink of my shirt at me. I can feel the cold biting at my toes. And bad pop fills the room from my VH1.

My eyes can barely stay open but I needed to be here. To renew my new vow to be more active on my blogs. Especially this one...the one I need to help me figure out my new road to travel.

Hmm, commercial time. What is it about the denizens of the late evening that says "You guys would adopt these orphans, donate to cure cancer, save all the puppies and kittens from abuse, and shop at Old Navy."

So much to do tomorrow. I have much to prove. To myself.