I should have named this log “April’s Weakly”; I only seem to write anything for it about once a week, and whatever it is that I write is always so lame — weak, weak, weak. I’m not even sure that I should be referring to it as a “web log” per se; just the other day, I ran across Robot Wisdom’s definition of a web log and realized that this little plot of web space (the one that you see…
Lately I’ve found myself bursting with de-motivation, filled to the brim with a lack of energy, and exploding with an enthusiastic reluctance to do anything. I’ve been relatively subdued in all my dealings with people, where I would normally be gesturing and chattering like an endlessly whirling dervish, full of charm and wide smiles, eyes alert and mind awake. Not sure what it is, but this month I seem to have lost my soul. Er… not that I’m currently brain-dead…
Time out. My head’s exploding. I’ve yet to complete my work-related projects, but I simply had to focus on something else. I anticipate slaving away until late tonight, then starting all over again early tomorrow morning and through to tomorrow night — some last minute thingamajig that was thrown my way like a hot potato. I work well under pressure, but my eyes always end up popping out and rolling onto the floor during crises. Hence my taking a break;…
I started writing in journals when I was in the fifth grade. Someone had given me a Hello Kitty and Friends diary in pale pinks, greens, and yellows. Flowers and cute rounded creatures adorned the lined pages, with barely enough room to actually write. I wrote one or two entries then forgot all about the diary until the next year, when I was in the sixth grade. I guess I thought back then that the diary would last me a…