I have so little time on my hands

Recently, it has become difficult to tell when one day ends and another day begins. I'll pass out at odd times, wake up three hours later, eat some thanksgiving leftovers, and then desperately search for something to do at 3:17am. I should go and play poker, but i feel unmotivated. I might chalk it up to the seasonal blah blah and vitamin D, but i don't feel depressed; I'm just sleepy and can't be bothered to walk on my own legs.

God bless the internet. I was nervous about my use of that semicolon, so I read a useful web comic about it: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/semicolon.

I've gotten old(er) and it seems that I may be growing up a bit as well. I'm learning to be tolerant of people's idiotic opinions and beliefs and idiosyncrasies. I may not be willing to accept Jesus into my heart, but I'm willing to accept him into the hearts of people in the same room as me. When i was in high school, any disagreement was a chance to assert my intellectual dominance and show off the awesome rationality of my steel trap mind. I wish I'd spent that time and energy masturbating or falling off of skateboards. 

Clearly, this blog is off to a thunderous start.