It has been difficult to write lately.
This summer has been strange. I have been so busy doing things and going places, that I seem to always be behind on the routines. I can never find the time for hobbies, or projects. Despite that, whenever someone asks me what I've been up to I can never think of anything to tell them. I feel like all I ever do is drink, work, and occasionally sleep, even though that clearly isn't true. I don't understand this.
I never post about what I'm up to anymore because I either can't make it look nice on the page, or I can't find the time until the story is too old to be worth writing; so here's a quick summary of important things.
I have a cat, which I know I shouldn't keep but probably will.
I'm staying in Michigan until my sister graduates.
I have a plan to start a career and quit my job by november.
I'm moving in with my boss in less than a month.
My credit rating will soon be amazing.
I never post about what I'm up to anymore because I either can't make it look nice on the page, or I can't find the time until the story is too old to be worth writing; so here's a quick summary of important things.
I have a cat, which I know I shouldn't keep but probably will.
I'm staying in Michigan until my sister graduates.
I have a plan to start a career and quit my job by november.
I'm moving in with my boss in less than a month.
My credit rating will soon be amazing.