As soon as my eyes shut, the slide show begins

I have a problem. 

Well, not everyone would see it as one, but I am what I like to call a partial insomniac. 

I don't know exactly what insomnia entails besides the simple fact that one can't sleep (I have friends who suffer from it and I would venture to say it is more than simply not sleeping). Here's my problem. I can sleep. I can sleep hard, if I can get what I call my internal slideshow to shut off.

Only two things have worked lately in turning off the images that constantly parade through my head: reading fiction (yes, it has to be fiction) and writing. 

Thus, how this blog came to be. 

Those who know me, understand that I am busy as all get up and may wonder how the hell I even have time for a blog.  Well, let's just say this is a way for me to keep my sanity. If it helps me sleep, then this is what I'll do. 

So, what will you find here? My rant, my hopes, my wishes, my dreams... wait. This sounds ridiculous and downright awful. Am I wrong? 


So, what the hell is my point of this thing?

I'm writing in hopes of getting the internal slideshow to work for me and no longer against me. I can't guarantee a big ol' love fest all the time, but I can promise my honesty for the sake of what is good for me about everything I love and sometimes absolutely abhor. 

So, without anymore hesitation, let's get this thing movin'. 

And maybe a shakin'. 

Oh yeah, and expect a few cheese ball moments. Well, maybe more than a few.