Blueberries are good for you, but they are killing me...

So, I think to myself today, hey self, you haven't been on the blog in a while... and then I thought how much of a miracle of life it was that after working 103 of the last 105 days, the last three weeks of them nights, I remembers I has a blog at all.

I am currently working late evenings becaue blueberries must crush me. I have worked, literally, almost 4 months straight. It's doing wonders for my social life. Most of my friends have disowned me.

I am reminded as to why I do this whenever bills come along. But I wonder what it does to my sanity. Then I laugh and wonder what kind of benchmark I could possibly have for my sanity.

I am very tired. I am wanting a dose of life again. I am tired of all-emcompassment. There must be Leebo Time.

Time. For Leebo.

One thing is for damn sure.

This just might be the season I kill a goddamn truck driver.

That's gonna be sweet.

Or... one might kill me.

That would suck.

Produce.

You are a fickle mistress.

And a goddamned whore.