Here I sit...

Here I sit. Eating my protein muffins, sipping on a styrafoam cup of black coffee.

Here I sit. Waiting for the work day to be over when it has only just begun.

Here I sit. Wishing my hair was naturally straight when in fact it never will be. And I've learned to accept that. I've been wearing it down AND curly, a first in literally years. It doesn't even look THAT bad. There's just too much of it. So, just call me cousin IT.

Here I sit. Contemplating if I should look for a new job or not. I'm comfortable here, VERY comfortable. But.. I could make more and I know it. Gotta weigh everything out, you know? Change is good, but it also scares the $#IT outta me. Really.

Here I sit. Wondering how exactly do they make splenda? (Looks like sugar, tastes like sugar.... but not quite sugar?)

Here I sit. Realizing that I have nothing important or interesting to say. All apologies.