here it is, late, and i am still awake, sitting in bed and thinking too much.

there's always something that could be worse, you know? sometimes, though, that's hard to find. sometimes it's hard to see that the situation you're in isn't as bad as it could be. sometimes the thought that it could, in fact, be so much worse than it is just isn't enough to make you feel any better at all about the way it actually is right now.

i think the night makes things seem worse. sitting here on my bed, alone, the only light coming from my alarm clock and my computer screen; things seem worse than they do during the day when i'm sitting in the office, when i'm out with my horses, talking to someone, out on a jobsite...

in general, life isn't so bad. i have a place to live, food to eat, a job that pays at least most of my bills, my camera, my dog, my horse and a handful of friends who care about me. and the things that are bad... well, they could be worse.