Dead horse.  Beat to death. There is no such thing. Time. Clarification: Not extra, more, quality, down, or me time. I’m done, as in overcooked, burnt, spent, over.

Choices. It’s all about choices. My choices. So sad. I really want to cast blame elsewhere, but alas.

The life I crave to live continues to be an elusive imaginary unicorn.

If I only I could find that life. Find that time.

Irony.  If I hadn’t been ineffectively unsubscribing from hundreds of emails (so far unsubscribing has taken 10 minutes to drop 6 senders) n my inbox – 3581 emails currently reside in my inbox -I would have never remembered I even own this blog.

This is my first actual post at Nicoleeleen.com. Taken me about 25 min. They need a timer on these things to quantify time lost.  Why?

No time.