I hate when this happens. I hate when I have all these awesome thoughts and when I have a moment to get them down...they're gone. Good ole Murph. He's really been raging through my life these days. Maybe it's only because I have a two and a half year old. I'm pretty sure Murphy is running loose through the lives of all people with young children though. I'd be pretty selfish to think he only pays attention to me. Most of you know, or have finally come to realize, I like to write. It's not that I write anything good necessarily, and I'd love for people to read my stuff, but I do it for my own satisfaction; to get my thoughts down. It clears my brain. It's been a long time since I picked up a pencil and paper; maybe it's time. Often, I'll lay in bed thinking and actually start scripting a blog or a conversation with someone--you know, all those things I should've said! They always sound pretty damn good too! I should take the time