living 12hrs @ a time

my life seems to be lived 12 hrs at a time. untill recently i didnt remember much about my off days. i met a girl and she brought sunshine for a while. after that was ended (all too wastfully) i have been moving. lots of things to do. lots of things to arange. i have also been helping my parents with some painting, they have decided to parcialy remodel thier living room. we will be putting down pergo flooring next week. this , me thinks, will be a tricksy. all in all these last few off days have left me phsically tired. i am normally mentaly exausted, what a big change! anyway i cant seem to shake the feeling that im missing something really good in my life. my son and i have gotten closer, and continue to do so the more he can comunicate with me. this brings me joy beyond the bounds of human expression. i still get to have my ex wifes kids over, they still want to come! this dosent sound like a man who is missing alot, and i dont think the word alot is a good one to use for my situation. there is something that is really key to bring this trek full circle. im sure its the problem ive had for ever. ehh, i have a feeling that it will all be ok. i wont stop living , well , not over this. :)