If you have a chance, and if you have this page bookmarked for some reason, you should wander on over to my new place at Mr. Happenstance dot com and see the new place David set up for me. Right now, it's pretty bare bones, no furniture or neat devices to let you know what music I'm listening to. But I'm working on that.

If anyone still checks this page for updates, please know that I have every intention of starting a new blog in a fresher, more awesome part of the interwebs. I'll begin work on it in the next couple of days and post a link here when it's up and running.

Night runs are much more desperate and cathartic.

A haiku lived here
It was about me being
Passive Aggressive

Update: I am still incapable of speech. The search for a desirable outlet process continues.

I've started running, and it's more fun than I remember it ever being before. I made a deal with Jeannie to run every day after her spring break. I failed that agreement, but I've been working up to it. I'm going about every other day, with other forms of physical activity thrown in (mostly raquet sports) when the idea of running becomes suddenly ( Read more... )

I've spent so much of my life thinking that I want to be a story teller, but I've never actually gotten down to the business of telling a story. I'm always preparing to get ready to write something. Whenever I sit down to just make anything, though, I draw a blank. Nothing seems worth telling, somehow. I'm finally beginning to wonder if I should ( Read more... )

I worked out today and had Mountain Dew for breakfast.

Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm.

My throat is better. But since I've been sick, I feel like everything has been muted ( Read more... )

No, there wasn't.

I have a problem. It goes beyond just not having anything to show for the amount of time I've had. The wasting of the time can be just as difficult as realizing that it's gone. I have no other passion in life. There is nothing to which I return, no goals, no plans, and no direction. I only float in the middle of all my addictions and try to appear ( Read more... )