no time to write.

the notebook on my iPhone is filled with ideas. moments of inspiration, funny anecdotes, things to remember.
ideas to blog about.
but then there is never time. days come and go. once thing leads to another and next thing i know it's 11pm. i sit up in bed, computer on my lap, eager to start.
one sentence later, my neck feels the weight of my head bobble forward, eyes close, and i only lift my head minutes later to find one letter traced across the screen.
too tired to continue i close the computer and surrender to sleep, PROMISING myself that tomorrow will be different.