Activities

Well, not much is happening. I had a job interview the other day, it looks promising. One problem, my dad is getting married again next week (parents split a long time ago. dad's second wedding, this is.) and I was invited. Problem being that it's in Minnesota and I probably won't be back until the 8th or 9th. So if I do get a call back I'll have to tell 'em how long I'll be out, which I hope won't be a problem. If it is, then I'll have to start all over again. That will not be fun.

The rain.

If left unoccupied long enough, my thoughts start swirling with memories of all sorts of things. Everything good and bad. For the most part, I can't pick out any of them to concentrate on. Though with a few of these, the last thing I'd want is concentration. So many memories. Most as vivid as the day they occured. Which leads me to my next point. This past year, out of the 15 or so that I can remember, is the most uneventful year of my entire life. I'm tired of doing nothing, yet thus far, nothing is all that I can get. One should not dwell on the past, however. Even as I consciously look forward, my subconscious keeps looking back. Why that is, I don't know. Any sentence that might invovle the word "try" will likely make that sentence sound like I've given up. It'll take a lot more than this to make me give up. I've just grown weary of this loop.