The Naviverse

I want to say things. Things that are interesting. But life is banal. There's my computer, there's popcorn, there's water, and there are pages. I've already finished a book I started yesterday. This is giving me hope for when I start reading Joyce tomorrow. The book is a good two inches thick and 939 pages. At the rate I've been going, I could have it done in... 5 days, if I spend at least four hours reading each day. It looks like Up Hill.

There are so many broken people and things around me. I want to fix them but I can hardly keep myself together. I'm not used to this. I don't like this. I don't like me when I'm like this. I'm incredably glad that it's now march and that I'm working my way into the ninth week of hell. I should get an extra level for this.

I miss games of all sorts. I have two larps and two table tops that I'm thinking of possibly taking on (though highly doubtful that I will be taking them all on at the same time). I need the other ways of getting rid of this energy.

Oh capoiera, how I miss thee. The precice movements, the moderatly chalanging base-level acrobatics, the flexablity, the lack of dangerous pain, all the while looking at my opponent in the mirrior, my reflection.

Thirty days until freedom. Thirty days until I can go back to living an only moderatly guilty life.