I'm thinking of empty thoughts

I cannot begin this literature of mine. I really love to just get away and have peace in my head. Everyday is different, but also has that sense of sameness. I don't think that sentence made sense... I set my alarm on different times everday. It's very annoying. Sometimes it goes and I'm up, sometimes it goes and I don't want to get up, and sometimes I'm up before it goes. I don't know if I want regular days. I probably won't. I like that my schedule's flexible, but also staying busy at the same time. I need a vacation. I'm not sure what I need. The economy has done enough damage. I need to start writing some more. I'm reading more these days and that's odd. I use to not read, and write more. I am going through a phase, I guess. 

Ahhh... I started this blog to get me typing back again.