Back from Boston, did you know?
I spent the wekend with Erica in Boston visiting Brent and Amanda. It was a whole lot of fun, and we didn't really go out at night or nuthin' like that but that don't mean it wasn't fun, understood? It had been a while since I'd gotten to hang with B-rap and just having that opportunity made the 9 hour drive worth it. In return for my trip last week, I have to be on call this week, which means my 2am tonight slot is pre-ordained for working, which sortof sucks a bit of the fun out of the night. It'd be best if I could nap, but I'm no good at snoozing an hour or two then getting up. I think it makes me more tired. I tried to write this as quickly as possible and without using the back-space-key. The result?
Historal
If my weblogging over the past few months was equated with a period in our nations history, it'd probably be the great-depression. I'm not depressed, but my entries aree dry and lacking that "umph" that they require. I think that writing things down that you're thinking about can often lead to depression, because you can wallow in the little things tht you make into issues when you realize that you';ve been coasting along, supposedly happily, but without much concern for day-to-day contemplation of EVERYTHING and it's social, political, moral, and emotional implications. I can't figure out if being happy is being too lazy to remember why you shouldn't be happy or not. What are heroes like? I will be one. Bust it.
