Z's

Introspection is a dangerous thing.

Instead, I plan on going to bed.

This is because if I stay up much later, I am at risk of writing terrible poetry about how much my life sucks.

I have a roof over my head, a decent job, a loving family, and a grand group of friends.

How could my life possibly suck?

Oh yeah, that's right. It doesn't.

Bed time for me.