What it Is

I have proven myself a failure at being consistent. Methinks this should be a place for me. Maybe not the collected me that makes sense. More like the me that likes to be. To wonder, to plan, to think, to understand. I want to write everyday. It is my hope that this is the blog that will facilitate that goal.

I dont make any promises. You could still call this my creative blog. But I'd like to think of it more as the debris that is left behind after all the normal thoughts blow through my consciousness.

Don't expect it to always make sense or be worth your time. I think the main goal if for it to be my sanity.

Mottled Light

Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Entry Fourty

I turn 40 today.

Having a mid-life crisis. I've just realized exactly what I've gotten myself into this semester.

It doesn't matter that two of my classes will be quite interesting.

Immense amounts of work are required if I want to get the grades I need to bring my GPA back up to a 3.0.

Too many things to do already.

I was late to work today.

Apparently all of the professors in CAFNR are missing the same part of their brains. The part that accounts for time.

I'm sick of it.

What do I do with this? This random responsibility?

How can I make the money I need to when I can't get the hours I want? It's not their fault. What can they do? I'm too non-confrontational to be more assertive.

Time to try to put my overloaded brain to sleep.
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