I have been in bed awake. It’s hard to believe for two hours. I had just enough white residue to break the barrier between wanting to close my eyes and rest to the point where I’m up and blogging.

It’s Saturday and I made a commitment to a probable bad decision. A second friendship date with a drug using 24 year old woman with serious issues. A mental completion to see who influences who more. Do I do bad things or do I inspire her to be better.

I’m sure it will be somewhere combining the two in the middle. I don’t ponder too much on the why question. Today is an event. A story to be made. A break from the sameness of nothing new that  is my life and hers. It brings the potential for adventure and even if ends up being a dull adventure it is shared.

Life is better shared. Life is only life when interaction creates parts to remember. I will live today through stories told  and new stories made. There is little difference between good and bad when you make the story the goal. The story is the prize of any interaction. Make sure you see that make it a good one

There are stories in everything when you learn to see them. I believe I do good story.

Time to rise up and begin the ones of today.