hints, checks, & balances

hello world, hello self. it's been awhile, happy friday the thirteenth, and et cetera sara.

i've been getting these "hints" right (let's call them that because i have no idea how else to refer to them). well these hints, they keep getting stronger and stronger...probably because they're not coming through and i'm not getting them. i wonder when/if they'll stop being hints and turn into slap upside the head epiphanies or whatevermacallits. i'm probably not getting these hints because i'm deep in shhh commonly known as work and it's throwing me out of whack in all sorts of ways. you know, making my pondering skills all weak in the knees and useless. let's just say that work has blurred the lines that would otherwise create a balanced life and that's never a good thing...not to mention that this blurring of lines doesn't come with overtime pay, which makes it doubly suckier.

btw, i don't see myself writing anything that makes sense anytime soon. i think the fact that i'm out of whack is making my brain just throw up letters and punctuation marks in an attempt to make sense of all that's going on around and inside. blad dee blah, boop dee boop.

alls i know is: i better check myself before i wreck myself.