Climbing Back on to the Face of the Earth
Off of which I seem to have summarily dropped. Oh yeah, one entry every couple of months. I lose at the internets. Either that, or I'm spending more time dealing with that so-called "real life". I'll leave it to my readers to decide.
(Cue crickets chirping)
Ah, who am I kidding, nobody reads this thing. Hell, even I wouldn't read it. Because there hasn't been anything here to read, see? Hard to read a whole bunch of nothing for so long. Hm. I'm torn. On the one hand, I could do the listing of everything that has happened since the last update. BORING! Other options? Stream-of-consciousness rambling? I think it's a forgone conclusion that I'm going to do that anyway. Angsty discussion about my general dissatisfaction with life? Nah, I tend to do that at work, while talking to myself. There's nobody else to talk to at work, see? I've landed the night watch job at at a St. Paul pool for the second summer in a row. Now I'm working nearly full time, which is slowly driving me insane, I feel. I'll get through, of course, but I can't understand how people can spend eight hours a day doing jobs they don't enjoy. Because of how my job works, I enjoy it quite a bit, as I get paid to sit reading books for a few hours after I get done with the cleaning.
Why did it take so long for me to discover Da Vinci's Notebook? Music that's right up my alley, really. Finally got a couple of their albums a couple of days ago.
Reviews of HBP seem to be the thing to do these days. But this isn't one! Ha! Made you look! Perhaps I'll write more on the subject later. I do have other things I'd like to say, I think.
Smacked myself upside the head (metaphorically speaking) awhile back and started talking to people again. If I haven't spoken to you in awhile, please don't take it personally. I was kind of being hit by one thing after another for awhile after I went home, and I'm finally digging my way out of it.
All in all, I'm enjoying where my life seems to be headed at the moment. The individual days are kind of mediocre, but I'm rather surprised at where my brain has wound up on a number of different levels.
What was the purpose of writing this? Well, often I've complained that I only write here when something's going wrong. Proof that I can write here when something's going right for a change.
Edit: If that entry title isn't a prog rock song, it should be, dammit!
(Cue crickets chirping)
Ah, who am I kidding, nobody reads this thing. Hell, even I wouldn't read it. Because there hasn't been anything here to read, see? Hard to read a whole bunch of nothing for so long. Hm. I'm torn. On the one hand, I could do the listing of everything that has happened since the last update. BORING! Other options? Stream-of-consciousness rambling? I think it's a forgone conclusion that I'm going to do that anyway. Angsty discussion about my general dissatisfaction with life? Nah, I tend to do that at work, while talking to myself. There's nobody else to talk to at work, see? I've landed the night watch job at at a St. Paul pool for the second summer in a row. Now I'm working nearly full time, which is slowly driving me insane, I feel. I'll get through, of course, but I can't understand how people can spend eight hours a day doing jobs they don't enjoy. Because of how my job works, I enjoy it quite a bit, as I get paid to sit reading books for a few hours after I get done with the cleaning.
Why did it take so long for me to discover Da Vinci's Notebook? Music that's right up my alley, really. Finally got a couple of their albums a couple of days ago.
Reviews of HBP seem to be the thing to do these days. But this isn't one! Ha! Made you look! Perhaps I'll write more on the subject later. I do have other things I'd like to say, I think.
Smacked myself upside the head (metaphorically speaking) awhile back and started talking to people again. If I haven't spoken to you in awhile, please don't take it personally. I was kind of being hit by one thing after another for awhile after I went home, and I'm finally digging my way out of it.
All in all, I'm enjoying where my life seems to be headed at the moment. The individual days are kind of mediocre, but I'm rather surprised at where my brain has wound up on a number of different levels.
What was the purpose of writing this? Well, often I've complained that I only write here when something's going wrong. Proof that I can write here when something's going right for a change.
Edit: If that entry title isn't a prog rock song, it should be, dammit!