I’ve decided to keep a log/diary/journal/whatever, hopefully all year and maybe more. Chances are I’ll forget about it in a week. We’ll see.
I briefly kept a journal back in 2003-2004. I pretty much abandoned it after I was expelled from school.
Once in a while, I think about starting one again, but then I realize I’d just talk about the exact same things over-and-over again.
- I was having a great dream where I was married to a beautiful woman, had beautiful children, had religion, was in a job I enjoyed, and was happy. Then I woke up.
- Now that I’ve woken up at 12-1:00 PM, I’m going directly to the computer, give-or-take a couple hours, and I’m going to sit there 'til 12-5:00 AM (brief breaks taken of course).
- My sciatica is acting up again. It’s the one payment from my single, solitary job as a dishwasher for less than six months back in 2008 that keeps on paying.
- I’m listening to Stone Temple Pilots/I Mother Earth/Tangerine Dream/Alannah Myles/Nine Inch Nails/Tori Amos/etc. again.
- My sister is a living Millennial stereotype: stupid, ignorant, with absolutely abysmal taste in film, television, and music. She’s also a sociopathic bitch.
- My father is a misogynistic, anti-Semitic asshole.
- My family are religious legalists who mock other religions/sects without having any understanding of those religions/sects while ignoring that the founder of theirs was a racist, sexist asshole who raped his own daughter and forced his followers to avoid professional healthcare.
- Progressive Christianity really appeals to me.
- I hate agnosticism. I want to believe in God again.
- Yay, another repetitive supper of hamburgers/chicken/stew/etc.
- I’m horny. Time to furiously do my taxes again.
- I hate furiously doing my taxes. I wish I was asexual.
- I’m so desperately lonely.
- I wish I could travel back in time to the 8th grade and make all the right choices from the beginning.
- Time for me to spend the next couple hours watching the same old movies and TV shows again instead of reading the hundreds of books I own.
- Quoth the Frank Booth, “Now it’s dark.”
Wash, rinse, repeat.