Well, this is silly.

I have things to say and the will to say them, but not the time. Not if I want to be a responsible employee or Mom. I'm back to the same familiar brick wall. I think I'm starting to recognize individual pieces of flaking mortar.

If only I didn't need sleep. Yeah, right, but here's the rub: if I didn't sleep, I wouldn't have the dreams that are giving me so much to write about.

whine, whine, whine.

Okay. Done whining.