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Otherwise, I wouldn't still be up right now. But in my logic, being up as a result of a late-night coffee means a good time to catch up on writing. Nothing like sitting down at 3:30 a.m. in the morning to get some words down on the screen, and hope for a job well done. It's either that, or snarky internet baseball chat, reading a book, or continuing to play through Final Fantasy Tactics A2: Grimoire of the Rift.
Honestly though, I don't have a whole hell of a lot to write about, because since the last time I did any sort of writing, not a whole hell of a lot has actually happened in my life. The picture above is from the 4th of July this year, where I actually stayed in town for a change, and helped out with the construction of a parade float. Despite my perverted brother's claims, it was not for the hypocritical Atlanta Gay Pride Parade, which coincidentially occurred that same weekend. More small business, less homoerotica involved.
No better way to celebrate the independence of our nation, than with our red, white, and blue Nintendo DS's in front of the float. And FYI, Jen felt that her face looked like ass in the picture, so she requested that I cover it. Also claiming that she looked like a cancer patient, I went with the most reasonable face-cover. A pink ribbon. Lol, cancer. A lot of food was consumed that day, and I feel like I've gained back weight I shouldn't be.
Aside from the July 4th festivities, I can't say that a lot has actually happened since my West Coast Trip, and repeated Vegas trips. Things have fallen into a very routinely way, which I can't say is necessarily a bad thing, but it leaves a lot to be desired in the fun category. Since my last trip, my life has pretty much been the same, day in, day out.
Wake up, go to work. Eat a scheduled lunch, so that I don't get hungry for when I'm at the gym. Come home, eat dinner, watch baseball. I deal myself hands of blackjack for while the Braves usually lose, and I go to bed. Shower, rinse, repeat. Sometimes, I go to a game. Some mornings, I go to a Starbucks and read a little bit with my morning coffee, on days that I don't get obliterated in traffic. I check the same websites every day, trying to pass time and amuse myself. I speak to the same people on a regular basis, which is dwindling, because a lot of people irritate me with what they have to say. For the most part, I ignore Livejournal, I don't ever check Myspace, and I don't have a Friendster, LinkedIn, or any other networking account, because I just don't feel like signing up.
I am finding the one chink in the armor of freelancing that I don't necessarily like, which was something I heavily took advantage of while working for UnTrust the summer prior - vacation time. Part of this stagnant state of mind is also knowing that there is pretty much nothing slated for my immediate future, travel-wise, and that always seems to bother me. I can't just up and leave work like I used to be able to, because I'm paid hourly, and I actually respect the people I work with, to where I actually care if they get burdened with additional work due to my unpaid absenteeisms. That being said, this dips into my travel desires nicely. All I really know is that when my contract expires "when the summer ends," I'm hopping on a plane that weekend and going to visit my family back in Virginia. Hopefully the baseball season will still be going on, and I can check out Nationals' Park in its still inaugural season.
Lately, I've been feeling pretty lonely in the world - not quite sure if it's due to all the bore-factors, or if it's the feeling of being a third-or-fourth wheel in the life lately. Either way, more often than not lately, my mind wanders to what it would be like to be dating or something again, and furthermore, how I'd go about making that happen. Not quite sure, but not in such a rush - things happen, they happen.
Oh well - this was revealing of absolutely nothing. More or less, I feel a little dilapidated if an entire month goes by, and I have absolutely no folder of writing to represent the month. It's not that I don't enjoy writing any less, I just don't have anything worth writing about, to write about. A strange thing, is the fact that thus far, I actually have more picture folders than I do writing folders. I hate to think about being a website that it seems that the maintainer is losing interest, indicative by the dwindling updates, but if I have nothing to write about, then I won't write just pure nonsensical writing/rambling...wait a sec.
Time to kill the mic. Until the next time.
