Blogging is hard

Well, blogging turned out harder than I had originally thought it would be. I mean, I don't always have the dang computer with me. I don't always have a pad of paper with me. Maybe I should carry around a little notepad that I can put down all my thoughts in when I'm going about my day. I mean I just come up with random shit all the time. Usually my random thoughts have something to do with goats or chickens or sex. I think I am going through a second puberty. I don't know what is going on with me. I am usually a pretty "ready" guy, but lately I am really "ready." My wife thinks I am crazy, and we just had a baby a while ago. My freakin' libido is out of control. I feel bad for her, but she's a good sport.