Dust it off, clean the corners, find a vacuum.

Pick up that last bit of paper that turns out to be a list of bets you made with a friend. I've had a lot of those in my life. Usually receipits, but this one was a flyer for a show.

Get back into baseball again. The white sox are giving me a rythm to life. I don't have a job, so its better then nothing.

Play video games I've had forever, but haven't had the time to get into. Get pissed off when I can't nail stuff down. Save game, come back tomorrow.

Start running again. Walter Flood, the roommate and I are going out tomorrow at 6 am. That is both awful and amazing. I think I may like getting up that early.

Or go crazy. Its gonna be every day.

Start really listening to music. I am not just putting it on to set a mood. I am putting on cds and enjoying most of it. Maybe I'll clean during the less interesting songs, but I sit down and stare at the wall for others. Reveling in the tunes.

Not worrying about much of anything.

Immediately after writing that, realizing that the things I have been worrying about weren't anything to do with me. I like that, maybe I am becoming less self-centered these days. Maybe that explains why I haven't felt the need to write here since I left.

Thinking I may be happy. Liking that.
- posted by Pat @ 9:39 PM