It's Nice

I almost didn't blog today, even though I really wanted to. I find that to be an odd, but very real, feeling. I suppose you could call that complex, but that sort of thing hurts my brain, so I'll thank you to keep that shit to yourself. I think I really wanted to blog about this certain thing that I've been thinking about a lot lately because I've think I've been getting too much sleep. So I'm doing this to keep myself up a little longer. It probably won't have much of an effect, but it's worth a shot. Maybe soon I'll get around to blogging about that idea I have. Probably not, but it's nice to think about. Nice to think about? Huh. I often find myself in a situation where I'm thinking to myself, this is nice. Nothing spectacular is happening but nothing horrible is happening. It's just nice. Nice: it's highly underrated. I have a nice life. It's not spectacular and it's not special, but it's mine and it does not suck. I suppose I'm content that it doesn't suck so I think it's nice. My life is satisfying to me. It could be more satisfying, but it's been less satisfying in the past, so I figure this is a win for now. I feel like I keep saying the same goddamn thing over and over again, so I'm just going to stop here. I used to be semi-competent when it came to blogging, but I really think this particular blog is terrible. Still, I'm glad I wrote it and that's good enough for me. It's nice.