I just woke up in the middle of the night because I HAD to browse through my favorite online journals. I swear, journals are an addiction now. An obsession that is worse, far worse than ebay or other auction sites. There is an endless number of diaries out there to read...I want to go through them all. I usually pick out ones that have a nice layout (usually how you get my attention), or ones that have especially juicy writing. I bookmark them and I currently have around 35 favorites that I check practically DAILY. Yikes...it takes a bit of time perusing those diaries. And then...I go out searching for more. GIVE MY MORE. Looking at diaries, as well as updating my own, take up a lot of my free time, and it seems that, with David, I don't really have that much of it. So, I find myself staying up late at night or waking up in the middle of the night to go journal browsing. I need this private time alone. I go crazy and get downright crabby if I don't have some time everyday only for myself, free from other people and distractions.
My birthday is this Saturday. I will be 25...wow. I wonder what I will do for my birthday. I'd like to go out to eat with Matt to celebrate. It'd be simple and perfect.
Okay, I am going back to bed now. I am journal-satisfied and tummy-satisfied...I ate (gorged is more fitting) 2 bowls of Frosted Flakes...I feel too full now...I better keep these munching nights to a strict minimum or my jeans won't fit me anymore. {:O)
Nite.