For the first time in a long, long time, I have nothing to say. Absolutely nothing. Perhaps the 12-hour days are getting to me. Perhaps it's the fatigue, the change in scenery, change in diet, change in schedule, and change in...well, everything, really. Perhaps it's the wondering about where my life is heading. Perhaps it's having too damn many questions and too damn few answers. Whatever the reason, I feel like a boat without a rudder (or an anchor)...and I'm not quite sure where all of this is leading me.
Who knows? Maybe I just need a couple good nights' sleep. Maybe I just need to lighten up and relax a bit. I spend so much time trying to understand what's going on that I sometimes end up feeling like a dog chasing its tail. Perhaps there are simply things in this life I'm not meant to understand. And it's quite possible that I'm just too damn tired to be able to make any rational decisions or clearly understand how my life is unfolding.
Of course, I don't really have much time to ponder the imponderable right about now. I've got another 12-hour day in front of me, and with any luck I'll be able to shut my brain off tonight and just enjoy Game 6 of the Stanley Cup Finals. game on, eh??
