What I should have done was go to bed hours ago but here I am up with my thoughts, invading my personal space. What I should have done was come straight home, but sometimes I’m happy to have felt this way; the sudden shock of life. Some days I’m happy to have been at this mercy of my emotions. Sometimes I feel that it’s all a part of progress… and I’ll probably erase this in the morning. Delerious with sleep and Tuesdays call to arms…