I’m up, it’s Sunday, and I’m kind of worried.

I should be writing my Pink Floyd story for the Rock N’ Roll issue of Hippocampus Magazine, because if I wait until the last minute, it’s going to suck. I started it. But it makes no sense.

I should probably not drink so much coffee. It’s bad for me. But it’s one of my favorite things in the world. It’s just so tasty.

I don’t think I should be so negative, complaining, and bitchy. Nice people get further in life. I just get so testy sometimes.

I should definitely spend more time writing and less time worrying about writing. But coffee and writing go together. I don’t know if I’ll write more if I quit coffee or I’ll worry more if I quit coffee. Maybe I should take that one slow.

I shouldn’t watch so many crime shows. They make me paranoid.

I should play my guitar more. I want to learn one song perfectly, even though I’ll probably refuse to play it for anyone.

I should take better care of myself. I’m guessing we all should.

I should read The Fountainhead. I’ve tried, but it’s so damn hard to get through. It’s so… wordy.

I should go to more garage sales. Things are cheaper, and I’ve spent more than enough $$ at True Religion.

I should take my dog to the park, right now.

I should also get started on that Beatles article for that magazine. I forget which one.

I should never eat junk in the middle of the night again. I went to bed with the worst stomach ache.

I should see the movie Avatar, because I never did, but I won’t. I just don’t really care.

I should maybe not be so concerned with getting older. It sucks. But I love my life.

I should get over my fear of heights and book a vacation in Hawaii. Again: I should get over my fear of heights and book a vacation in Hawaii.

I should tell my boyfriend how much I love him, like, a thousand times today. He is the most amazing creature on planet earth.

It’s about to rain. Shamus needs a walk. I should go. ♥ ♥ ♥