I’m sitting here, sipping on Maker’s Mark (it’s in the coffee mug), a bit of RC Cola, and just typing away. I’m in that whole "Gee, I should be out more and trying to be more social" mindset. But by now, you must know this song and dance fairly well.
There’s more I should be doing. I should be meeting more people. Interacting more. Studying more. Learning more. Trying to build on my current skillset more. But at the end of the day, all I really want to do is come home, crash a bit, throw down a drink or two and fuck around on the computer.
While this is satisfying, I don’t know if this is ultimately gratifying/fulfilling. For now it is, I guess. I dunno.
I imagine someone asking me "So… what are you doing?" And me not being able to come up with a very good answer.
Some days, this is a deadly serious question. Other days, like today, I pretend it has no power and try to ignore it as much as I can.
