Time is God’s most valuable gift to us.  So why do I waste so much of it?  I’m sitting here listening to one of my On-The-Go playlists and looking up random shit on wikipedia.  I should probably be studying for my upcoming surgery subject board, but you know, I just can’t bring myself to do that.  Wasting on of God’s most precious gifts seems altogether more interesting.

I’ve probably heard the Pretty Poison song I’m listening to 500 times….literally.  But I’m content to sit and listen to it like it’s the first time.  And now that "Come As You Are" has started to play, I’m bobbing my head and shaking my knees to it.

You know….I’m not certain I’m going to go back to Atlanta for the break.  I mean it’s the likely thing, hell it’s the probable thing, but I’m not certain.  I have literally every reason in the world to go back for the break, but still somewhere in the deepest recesses of my heart I don’t really want to go back.  I just want to be alone.  Why do I feel this way?

I got other things on my mind, but it appears that I’ve lost my writing mojo….I just can’t bring myself to talk about them….