X-mas time and the passage of time
Well, as I've said in so many previous entries, it's been a while since I've been on here. A few years, in fact. What's making me post? I really don't know, to be perfectly honest. I was reading back through all my old entries and I seem to remember it being at least passingly therapeutic to write about my thoughts and junk, so even though I doubt anyone will read this except me, I guess this is my ersatz journal. It's almost Christmas, and I have absolutely no freakin' idea where the time has gone. Not a good holiday time this year... been filled with the stress of moving houses and the threat of lawsuits (which I'm pretty sure will come to nothing, but still), most of what we own is still in boxes, the outside faucet is leaking and I have no idea what to get Kat and Mom for Christmas. All in all, it's the least Christmas-y Crimmus I can remember ever. I've got two Erics living with me, my friend from work and my nephew, and close quarters are taking a toll on everyone's mood. On top of all that, the weather's been crummy and it's still dangerously icy outside. I guess I could live with all that, but the passage of time is nagging at me. My weight is up, my blood sugars are up, and as of New Years', I only have 6 months before turning 30. I don't want to go into my 30s feeling like as much of a failure as I was in my latter 20s... just not too sure what to do about it. Whatever the solution is is going to involve getting off my ass, which I'm not inclined much to do these days... damn those winter blues.