Is This Day Over Yet?

I've just started and restarted this post several times. At least one of them ended up being a That's What She Said conundrum of cosmic profundity, and as I don't wish to shove that one on you (quite yet) so I've backspaced again. And again.

And again.

Well. It's been a long day. Too long. Almost as long as--

Scratch that.

Let's try this again. The length of the twenty four hour period which delineates a set period of qualifications in time and space has been uncommonly high for any set period of twenty hours.

 Well. 

I spent far too much time riding in a car home from Christmas which caused me to spend far too much time reflecting and thinking on things that don't really require my time of reflection or thinking, causing even more reflection and thinking on those very things, spiraling into a never ending infinity of inward thought that should not have occurred in the first place. Needless to say, I fretted about things that were not to be fretted about and dreamed about things which were not to be dreamed about (but I say to hell with whoever thinks I'm going to stop dreaming about things that shouldn't be dreamed about after all they are my dreams anyways and they can shove it). 

I did manage to catch a terrific dusk in the midst of it, so that pretty much balanced out whatever hole I'd dug myself into concerning life, the universe, and everything. 

So. It's just been long. Okay guys? 

Demarcating the space between today and tomorrow,

M