Time, Why Do You Punish Me?

So, I actually have a few minutes of downtime, which seem to come further and fewer inbetween these days. I'm not really sure what takes up all my time, but I suppose between work, driving back and forth to Delaware, running, making food and sleeping... There's really not much time to do much else. Hence, why my blog posts have become scanter and scanter. Its sad really, how life seems to take over to the point that the things that you enjoy go by the wayside to such an extent as to become essentially nonexistent. *sigh*

I have come to the conclusion that life is entirely too busy, and that more time needs to be spent smelling the roses and all that jazz. I can count on 2 fingers the number of weekends that I've had free since November. Granted, life has taken a turn for the much better and I've been happier than I've been in years. However, making dinner at 9PM really isn't my idea of a good time. I have so many ideas and things that I want to accomplish, but I can't even find a Saturday afternoon to sit at Borders with a good book and a latte.

I have nothing spectacular to say tonight. My few minutes of freedom are over now and I must away to bed so that I don't cry when my alarm goes off in the morning. Perhaps I'll be able to steal a few moments in the near future to regale you with tales of running socks or life plans.

Until then, peace be with you.