Addicted to Journaling

Dear Anon,

It is 1.42 am, Nov 17th 2007. I am sitting here in the comfort of the office at my volunteer work. Not a soul in sight except for the cars zooming by on the freeway. My eyes are dry as I strain to read the computer screen that is oh so far away. Suppose there is the option of moving closer to the screen but that would entail movement on my part, so no.

Ah you gotta love work, pulling overnighters take some getting used to. I'm doing fine so far but the night is still young. It has been pretty quiet here so far. I am fighting the temptaion of eating that stupid Christmas cupcake that is sitting in the other room. Err...however, I think it is more a matter of when I eat it as opposed to if.

Two days ago I finally caved and bought a brand new journal after my last one ran out of pages weeks ago. Let me tell ya, between now and then it has been pretty rough sailing. Just because I'm addicted to journaling.

Is that the same as writing on here you say?

Well, no. In my journal ( the new one which has been christened Laura, after Laura Hensley) I write on a more personal note. Thoughts and feelings that I can't share even with you. I don't have to bother about making sense either. Here I must. Well, not entirely. While it would be nice to have people read this, at the end of the day laziness wins and I end up just typing as words come to mind. I can definitely see how some of this may not make sense.

I'm beginning to get tired now. Damn! With 2 more hours to go, I'm gona need some coffee...