I’ve had a hard week and it’s not even done. I’m tired and cranky. Yet, I’m also dreamy and streamy. Oh wait. I have no idea what that means. I’m sleepy. Yes, sleepy. Running on empty. Hoping for a change of course. What shall, no one knows. I’m rambling. I’m gambling. Well, taking a gamble. Sampling life’s buffet. Do I go a la cart? Do I go go a fixed priced meal? Too many questions and my bandwidth is stretched thin. It’s day 154 of continuous writing. I’ve rambled. I’ve been random. Life barely makes sense. I’m sleepy and should go back to bed.