For the past few months I've been obsessed with my new Macs. We bought a Mac Mini for the house and I kicked my stinky, old Acer Travelmate to the curb in favor of a Macbook. I'm in love. I love the way they feel, look, and run. In the process of my little romance, I tried to join the world of the Mac blog, but that was rather pointless. It's not like I was looking for an audience, but to even look at my own blog I'd have to join and have a membership. At $60 bucks a year, I figured maybe not. Besides, the frequency at which I do this is just so lame that I couldn't justify the expense.
I'm getting my daughter to bed and thinking that I'm feeling an earthquake. It's probably just fatigue setting in. I'm tired, but I feel such a need to do so much. There is never enough time to get all of my life accomplished. I'm afraid of losing it and missing out on something. When I was a kid I hated to sleep because I was afraid that something would happen without me. I feel the same way now and I'm 35.
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