This Can is Kicked

I know that whining isn’t sexy. But, I like going back and reading some of the drivel I’ve typed up. The older the better. It’s like, I was kinda miserable then. I’m kinda miserable now. There are parts of me that haven’t changed, so that means everything is correct. Right? This isn’t depression. This is Wednesday.

I can’t wait to figure out what I’m going to focus on this year. I tried the whole work thing for a week. Then, quickly ran out of things to do. I’ve taken a break from working out because it is just no fucking fun to do when it is cold out. I’m wearing too many layers to tell, anyway.

So, maybe a hobby? I’d love to get into drawing again, but I feel like I need a subject or story to work on instead of just random stuff. That means putting a narrative together, which is also work. I guess I could do that.

I still haven’t gotten all my old stuff together to go through, yet, and thus don’t know if that will spark anything or just be the big project itself. I’d be happy with that, if it was. For this year.

I feel like I’m still spinning my wheels, and therefore nothing new to report. Plus, the coffee is kicking in, and not in a pleasant way.