It’s 11:27p on Christmas night. I have work tomorrow. I have to be up around 6:30a, and I hate it when I get anything under 8 hours of sleep. Man, I’m going to be cranky tomorrow morning. But before I go to bed, I wanted to set this up. First time doing something like this, but I’ve thought about it for awhile. See, I like to write. Weird, never thought I’d say that, but I do. I went to school to become a businessman, a numbers-man. Never gave the creative world a thought, always thought it was pointless, but here I am – hoping, praying, that the script I submitted to the Blacklist gets rave reviews. It won’t. How do I know? Because it’s me. I’ll get a 6, maybe a 7. But I like to write. I don’t know why, just do. Maybe because I love pressing the buttons on my fancy Mac, hearing the clicks of the keyboard. No clue, I just do. I have a lot of thoughts pass through this head of mine, and I decided this would be the most appropriate medium for me to express myself, to keep a public track record. So there, now you know.