The Bright End of Nowhere

God, some days I wish I didn’t think at work.
I had myself so damned depressed and frustrated with myself and my lack of committing to the goals I set or activities I am into. I mean I thought about it and I don’t have any true talent. “BLAH BLAH BLAH YOU CAN DRAW.” Yeah I can draw mediocre shit that any one could do.  I really wish I had kept up with singing, or soccer, or karate.  Not that I was any good at soccer or karate… but maybe with practice I could have gotten better. I can’t even judge if I was any good at singing because I was young when I was in lessons. Bah, I needed to vent it. I will be good for at least a few months before I think this way again.

I got my taxes back. Finally. Marj wasted no time in reminding me I ow her $80. Bah. I know woman. I hate owing you.

I am going to laugh really hard when I move and theres no one to mow the lawn. This I am sure makes me a horrible person.

I started my painting last night. I have a feeling its going to suck. We will see.