3:14 AM
Lost.
I have (had?) this great direction I want my life to go in, but each day it seems harder and harder to keep moving in that direction.
It's like I'm hurtling towards earth on some botched re-entry, a ball of flames with no visibility, and debris from my own vessel threatening to rip me apart. Basically (I'm beginning to hate that word...) it's damn near impossible to stay on course.
Yeah, too many movies.
Every night I wish I could somehow transport my thoughts directly to this page, because I simply don't have enough time to juggle all the different areas of my life. In trying to keep myself sane, writing here got sacrificed, but then... maybe writing here was doing a better job at keeping me sane than all the rest.
Sometimes I think I'm just not built to handle too many simultaneous request, my max_user connections needs to be set to like 5 for any given 24-hour period (oo! geek reference).
I need to fucking upgrade my Movable Type already, I need to re-design this fucking page, re-learn Flash, re-learn practically everything because I'm so outdated it's disgusting.
I need to get some work done so I'm approaching "ahead of the game" tomorrow, because I've got so many projects they're coming outta my nose.
And with that... adiós.