Time

Time is precious.  Time is a commodity I feel like I no long have.  I get up in the morning and go to work.  I am there by 6:30 am and end up leaving well past 7:00pm, only to end up in my office on Saturday doing it all over again.  I really wanted to go to Houston this weekend and hag out with a few of my LS friends, however, I had a class that I could not miss.  I love what I do for a living, I just wish work would slow down.  Let me catch my breath.  Play a little.  I have managed to go dancing quite a bit over the last few weeks.  But dancing is not burning off the edge.  I will keep my fingers crossed that I can make it into Houston to play in a few weeks.

I have been avoiding FL.  Nothing on there seems to appeal to me these days.  I don't even look at the Kinky and Popular.  I did get on and post a pic.  In the Halloween spirit that is.  Other than that, I find it full of fodder.  It is not important to me anymore.  I do have an account on CM.  I check it out once in a blue moon.  A few men have caught my eye, but I am too busy to chat, and they loose interest.  Things will slow down at work, or so I keep telling myself.  They just have to.