If I only had more time, more hours in a day or more days in a week. That would be something. Or maybe not having to sleep would be a better option? Imagine what could be accomplished those extra 6-8 hours a day, extra 42-56 hours a week.

But then I would miss out on dreams, which are vital for learning and processing of, especially new, information.

Another sign that I am back at university is that I have piles of books I want to read. Several columns I need to put on the back-burner and a few drafts waiting to be dealt with.

Also I don’t get to blog as often as I want to, but I try to make up for that, like yesterday.

After writing a very brief analysis about citizen journalism and old media.

I guess the citizen journalists have the drive and will to be journalists, unfortunately they– sorry if I sound a bit cocky –lack the expertise and knowledge to be often be balanced.

To really simplify it, a journalist must know when they are covering a news story where they need to be balanced or if they are doing an opinion piece where they are allowed to have some opinion, but still be fair and balanced as possible.

Throwing out balance completely is dangerous. Even I let myself do that, but not very often, as you must be 100% that the facts are on your side, not to mention the law.

I digressed.

Even if I want to smash out four columns and read a book or two, instead I must force myself tomorrow to take the day off. Get some rest. Recharge for a bit. Appreciate doing nothing. Enjoying a blank mind. Those things, you forget the older you become.

I might finish one draft. Eventhough I need to smashout 750+ words on Sunday.

Worst part is that I can’t enjoy some whiskey due to a bloody throat infection.

Bollox!