Dear Sorry Excuse

Dear Sorry Excuse,

Hey - what's going on, man? I'm doing alright.

Well, I'm writing you to find out if you're okay with me writing a you for a blog tonight. I've got other things I want to do, instead, and I don't want to spend my precious pre-sleeping time writing something stupid. Every minute I spend on this is one more minute taken away from my next relaxing activity (or from my sleep-time; both of which are very important to me).

Although, when it really comes down to it, I don't know if the amount of sleep I get really makes a whole lot of difference on my day. 8 hours of sleep or 7 and a half hours or 7 hours. I don't know if there's a drastic change from one to the next (outside of my own mind). Because, for me, it usually just depends on my quality of sleep, and I usually sleep shitty no matter what. I often wake up in the middle night, I have vivid dreams, I move around . . . So 8 hours of crappy sleep probably is worse than 7 good hours.

So I really need to just get over this whole sleep-stress I like to give myself at night. Maybe that's why I don't sleep well in the first place. Because I'm worried about the quality of my sleep. When, in the end, I forget how tired I am the minute my kids step into my classroom, and I generally take a nap in the afternoon, anyway . . .

So maybe I don't need you tonight, afterall. Although now I've gone and gotten your attention and made you read this letter, so maybe I should just take advantage of having you around. Does that work for you?

Yeah - cool. I appreciate it. While you're at it, would you mind telling the King (the only person who reads this blog, I think) that I'm sorry this blog was so half-assed? Thanks.

Peace out.
CVT