I am suffering. No, really I am. I am having an identity crisis. As you can tell from my blog re-design I am trying to overcome the crisis, but I've a feeling I'm not there yet.
Last night I was lying in bed, unable to sleep yet again. I had a post all but written in my mind, but then sleep took me and I awoke hours later without even a clue as to what that post was even about. It was probably the solution to the crisis in which I find myself but I guess we'll never know. But I did know one thing. I am not the cutest blog on the block, so why was I pretending to be? I had to fix the problem, here all around you is the current result.
I am listening to Fleet Foxes, The Raconteurs and The National on shuffle on Rhapsody. I need a little music going on right now. It's like a little added oxygen. What a beautiful tune can do to my mood.
I finally finished that not so interesting novel I was reading, Nefertiti. I hate when reading feels like work. I am now reading The Book Thief, this month's book group selection. The writing is different and I am thoroughly enjoying it thus far.
So the identity crisis. Well, once I figure it out I will try and explain it. I figure if I could explain it I wouldn't be in crisis. I don't even know if it's a crisis, not yet anyways. It's more like identity confusion.