Logos is Slogos
I'm forgetting things. I can't remember my first year room mate's name, the first time I told a girl that I loved her (though I can remember my first kiss) and my Canadian bank's access code. It's really too bad there isn't a way to recover memories as easily as calling up the toll free number of the latter. That said, I suppose that these memories had to get out of the way for younger, brighter and ultimately less meaningful ones. Shame really.
I've moved back into the first room I occupied when I came to Japan and I can't say the experience has been devoid of nostalgia. Looking at pictures however, I'm fairly a shrivelled husk of what I used to be. Vegetable analogies are the greatest!
Last night I dreamt that I wrote a book and then woke up this morning with the residual smugness towards every one of my former English teachers still clouding my thoughts. Bad coffee with stale bread sorted that right out however. It did get me thinking about that book I'd always wanted to write if I had even half the inkling of how to start it.
Summer is over and so is all the procrastination. I've already started buckling down on many things. Some fun, some not. Some for money, others for fun.
Fun is what it's all about.
Oh, and all that talk about getting down to work was BS- I've got too many plans for this week. But rest assured something will happen. Happen.