The Time Is Drawing Near

Saturday is coming...that means Supercross.

It also means Casey is coming down to work on gorage some more.

I can't seem to explain why my brain is starting to rebel against me. Lately, I've felt motivated to get work done...but once I get into the middle of a project my brain checks out. Maybe I should just face the fact that I was not ever meant to work. I should stop fighting that harsh reality and never work again.

Oh, wait....I'm not independently wealthy, so that won't work. Even as I sit here trying to type my mind goes blank. Should I be worried? Is this a sign of aging? Could the years of contact sports I was involved in be at fault for any of this? Maybe it's because I'm not exercising very much any more and my strees level is sky high. I have noticed my level of patience has dropped significantly lately. I've been getting crazed by dumb drivers on the road lately. I'm like a rubber band stretched to its limits right now...and I really don't know why. I think I'm stressing myself out without knowing it.

I had better do something about it and soon. I keep telling myself to get up early and go to the gym...let's just see if I can convince myself to do that.