Sleep is a good place to start. Other people talk about sleep, so why not me?

So I've been waking up around 11am almost daily for weeks, now. Almost regardless of when I go to sleep, though I rarely see sunrise anymore. Late night internet treks have ended, you see.

I'm trying to do something about my eating habits. When home, light snacking is the idea behind daylight food, since my father cooks fairly substantial dinners that I generally enjoy eating and tend to feel somewhat guilty if I abandon. I'm uncertain if this is better or worse than before, when I simply waited until dinner to eat 'cause I was lucky to haul my carcass out of bed by 3pm just to chat with people on AIM.

My hair is a wreck. I have styling issues and scalp issues and it's enough to make me want to shave my head. If it weren't for the fact that A) certain women seem obsessed with fucking up my hair and would constantly fucking whine if I buzzed it all off and B) that I don't think I look particularly good with the majority of my hair removed, I probably would.

Maybe I will anyway.

So my bedroom looks like a bomb hit it. Clothes everywhere, spilling out from the closet because I haven't put them away. I plan to fix this around the same time I intend to do laundry. Probably today, in fact. Cleaning is good.

I intended to volunteer for Burning Man earlier this month over the 4th and again for the entirety August and September. The former has not happened, the latter will, in all likelihood, not happen. When the idea was originally proposed to me, I resisted. I felt I had been not doing any of the things that I'd been telling myself I'd do for several years now and it was as good a time as any to get my shit together. The retort came that I could do these things after I returned from a long, self-satisfying disappearance into the Playa. It sounded good. It occurred to me that, at the time, there really wasn't anything actually holding me here. Why not run away for a while and try dealing with life in October? Why not go up there and help build the sixth largest city in Nevada with my own two fucking hands?

Hell, it still sounds good.

However, I've made up my mind. I want the goddamned car. I want out of this house. I want a life. I do not want to wait on these things. I shouldn't. I can't. Money is too tight, I'm too unskilled, and the market is too vicious to not try and get what I can get while I can get it. For once in my life, I should do the smart thing. I can't keep rolling the dice just because I've managed to break even my entire life.

I've disappointed a few people on this decision, but goddamnit, this is what I have to do. I talk a pretty big game, but when it comes down to it, I have trouble sticking to my guns like everyone else. Well, enough. I may be a hypocrite, but that's no reason not to at least try to walk the walk, instead of just talking the talk.