You'll see this in the morning.

Good night at work. I felt like I had a little energy, and I was actually in a pretty good mood most of the night as well. Wonder why? I usually feel tired, and despise the people that come in there. You just have to see the rednecks and hood rats who darken our door. I'm not picking on a race, but the culture. If you're wearing any sort of hunting camo, or look like you just stepped off a rap video, you will have to prove to me you're not sub-culture dredge. You'll still get good service, but while there's a smile on my face... well, you don't want to know what I'm thinking. That's just how it is. Stereotypes for poor tippers exist for a reason, and I traffic in them.

Writing. Ah, what to say? It's  a solo gig, but I could really use some guidance. You know I have that one manuscript that minus some edits is ready to go into the nethers of submission-land, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. Some days I hate it; some days I hate it more.

Thanks to Star Trek on Netflix I have begun some fanfiction that is really for nobody else but me. I'm having a blast with it, but nobody will ever read it. I feel kind of bad for wasting time on it, because it will never be marketable, but it's just so much fun. Captain Simpson (not me, just my Godzilla-like ego loving the use of the name) of the USS ALABAMA.  Warning, lots of weapons, and hot green skinned alien chicks. Good times. Holy-Wow I'm a geek... oh well...

It's late, and I'm off to bed, but most of the people who see this won't until they get up in the morning. So do I say "Good Night" or "Good Morning?"

Conundrums I will sleep on.

Until then: Fare-thee-well.

-Simpson