Sometimes blogging every day is tough.

Coming up with something interesting to say day, after day, after day.

Hard work.

Not that I think I’m interesting all the time.

Well, I’m interesting to me.

There are times however, that I get down to the last five minutes of the day with not a whole lot to say.

Like right now.

It was a good day but five minutes isn’t enough to give it justice.

So this will have to do.

I realize I’ve written several fragments here.

I don’t really care.

This is how my brain works.

In fragments.

Pretend it’s poetry.