Just as the title implies, it's exactly five minutes after midnight and instead of getting ready for bed, I'm creating yet something else to do. Why? I don't rightly know. I'm terrible at keeping up these things. Only I do seem to have a running monologue in my head, all the time.
I've been feeling really anxious lately... and trying not to show it or worry about it but there it is.... it imposes itself in my dreams in the form of nightmares about floods or my pets getting hurt. No fun, at all. Why am I anxious, you wonder... oh all the usual reasons and few unsual I'm sure. I so need time and time seems to be rapidly well moving on and, how did September get here so damn fast? So five minutes after Midnight and tomorrow's another day and I hopefully I will be productive and accomplish that which I set out to do.