I’m Here, But Mentally I’m Eating Turkey

Like all my coworkers, I’m in this zombie-like state. Here, but not here. Thinking of home.

I don’t plan on updating this thing for the next few days. I’m coming back to my apartment on Friday I think, so I may post this weekend. But not before.

I’ve been thinking lately of what else to write about here. Every few weeks, I feel like this blog turns into a "and I did this today. And then, I did this. And then after that, I did…."

Seems a bit… I dunno. Dull. I do the same sort of crap you do. Where’s the interest? I’m thinking along the blog-based tangents of why this space exists. Is it for me? For you? I feel like I should be pondering/thinking/writing about bigger, more important topics. It seems wasteful to dedicate all this time to just write a detailed receipt of my daily transactions. Where’s the heart? Where’s the fire? Where’s the point?

Hmm. I wonder if I should start trying to involve you (don’t try to hide in the back there. I saw you walk in. Yes, you. The one with the stupid hat on. For fuck’s sake… YES, YOU! STUPID HAT BOY IN THE BACK).

Not sure how, but that seems more worthwhile than the lazy documentation I’ve been doing lately.

I have a lot of backburner plans that stay there, on the backburner. We’ll see if this goes anywhere.