I seriously think there's something wrong with me. All i wanna do is sleep. And when i wake up I'm still tired. I think i should go to some sleep study people. I went to sleep last night at 2:30am and didn't wake up until 2pm and I could STILL stand to take a nap!! Isn't that just crazy?? I also sleep alot when I'm depressed. I might be depressed, but I don't think so. I haven't anything to be depressed about. I have a wonderful home, a wonderful man, a wonderful family (mostly) and wonderful friends. the only thing i don't have is a wonderful job. Maybe that's it. I sometimes wish to go back to hosting karaoke, but it could lead to troubles.

Ever get those "existential blues"? I do. I kinda have them now. All i do is wonder what the whole point of things is. I mean, what's the point of going out to karaoke, or drinking a few beers, or watching TV, or being on the computer. What does any of it really mean and/or accomplish? In the end nothing you do really matters and we all die, so what's the point?