Sleep?

Never heard of it.

Oh wait a minute. Isn't that what you do while driving home from a gathering of friends that included lots of alcohol and cheese?

*Sigh*

So much for wanting to come home right after work and sleep.

A last minute call and the incoming weather have made that nigh impossible.

Now my senses are on full alert for possible tornadoes.

And I'm so hungry I feel like taking my chances driving around outside to get some good food.

The End

I keep having morbid thoughts like, "What if I was diagnosed with terminal cancer and had only a couple of months to live?"

How would I spend my time? What would I do differently that I'm not doing now? What regrets would I have? What regrets would only be there if I had a known shorter life span versus it not currently being a regret simply because I believe that there's still more time available? It's like when I tell myself that only time can tell, and so it's not a regret yet because of the belief in the existence of a future me that will learn that ultimate truth.

I hope this thought doesn't shadow it's way into my dreams tonight.