If you’re so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?‘Cause tonight is just like any other night
That’s why you’re on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
- The Smiths, “I Know it’s Over”
I love the rain. I love sitting inside, warm and dry with a cup of tea watching the water cascading down outside. As the gutters overflow, puddles form and rivulets of water run down the street and the drops drum on the roof I can sit snug and secure, reading my book, content.
I did not get enough sleep this weekend.
On Friday, I dragged myself out of bed with the greatest reluctance in order to attend a meeting with classmates about a class project. I was feeling very sore and somewhat sick. So much so that I composed an email letting the group know that I was sick and wouldn’t be coming in. Before sending it, I decided that was an inconsiderate thing to do, resolved to soldier on and headed into school. I arrived to learn that the meeting had been canceled while I stuck in traffic on the way in. I drove all the way home and then went to work for a close shift.
Saturday morning, I had to get up and be at work by 8 for a mandatory meeting. Then I had to come back in in the afternoon to work another close shift.
Sunday, despite my specifically stating that I was unavailable on Sundays, I had to do register training at work starting at 8. After work I attended the late service at church with Michael.
Each day after arriving home at the end of the day, I had to work on job applications and homework projects. As a result, I have only been getting 5ish hours of sleep per night. I know this works for some people but it certainly isn’t enough for me.
When I get really tired, I lose my usually sunny outlook on life. Everything feels, bland, boring and pointless. The color seems leached out of the world and the things around me take on a gray, dingy feel. Food doesn’t taste appealing. In short, my whole life becomes insipid.
I think I think I am starting to sink into this bleak state. Hopefully, I’ll be able to turn it around this week.
I think the last time I tried keeping some kind of a journal I was still highschool. Over the course of my short life I have attempted to start a journaling habit several times. Each time, I started out with high expectations and a great idea for an introductory entry. I’d eagerly scribble out an exciting (to me at the time), self-centered diatribe in a spiral bound notebook, thinking how nice it would be to finally have some of my genius recorded on paper. Predictably, my initial enthusiasm quickly died and I forgot about the project. The "journal," would languish under some pile of debris in my room, until I needed an extra notebook for math homework and the first three pages were torn out and discarded.
About midway through highschool, while studying at Bellevue Community College, I discovered blogging and since that time, blogging has served as a replacement for journaling. Unlike the silent, unresponsive paper, my blog soon gained a tiny audience, my vanity was engaged and I’ve been posting ever since.
Sometimes, though, there are times I feel like I need to sort out my thoughts by writing them down. Sometimes I want to record something that I don’t want to reveal right away. So, over the last couple months, I’ve tried to revive the habit that I never really acquired.
Sometimes, I feel like writing about my private journal on my public journal. Considering this fact reminds me that I am a somewhat odd individual.
Advertisers don’t believe it’s worth advertising to smart people, because smart people don’t pay attention to brand. Smart people make an actual choice, they can’t be tricked or convinced. They research. So we can’t sell ads to a network for smart people.
Suddenly television makes sense, doesn’t it?
- Leo Laporte
Sincerely,
Yours truly,
Very Truly Yours,
Why do people feel the need to assert their honesty when writing letters?
