I don't think there was ever any hope...

I don't know why I thought I would maintain a blog. I have never stuck with anything. In the eighth grade I left the wrestling team halfway through the season. I dropped out of college after a mind-expanding three classes. I once volunteered to write articles for our church newsletter, but when I was given an assignment, I didn't do it. No reason. I just didn't feel like it. I never talked to anyone about it. Never apologized. I just didn't do it. Jobs. Projects. Hairstyles. I never stick with anything. And now that I'm married I have even less attention to devote to the things I don't plan on doing. So why did I think I could keep a blog running? Because I'm stupid and I let myself trick me into making plans that will never pan out.

It's probably for the best. I've noticed myself getting dumber and I would hate to have my declining mental functions documented on the interweb.

blehhhhh...

I've been feeling really aimless lately. I haven't written anything for months and months, with the exception of this stupid thing, which I have been pretty much ignoring, as well. I don't know if it's the winter getting to me or if I'm just feeling that my age is outpacing my progress. Whatever the problem, I think I just need to be productive in spite of my lousy mood. I think I'll make those t-shirts I was so excited about four months ago. Or I'll finally start working on the website with Brian. Or I'll start painting or something. I'm just so restless that I don't feel like doing anything but watching T.V.