It's bad when you find yourself thinking of things to write in your journal that you're pretty sure you've already written in your journal before. And it's worse when you're just too dang lazy to look it up to confirm.

Ever been in a public or workplace restroom, and when you flush the toilet, the water starts backing up, and you're wondering, "Is this going to overflow? And what do I do then?", and you consider running out in a panic to either get help or pretend like it didn't happen, only to have the water reach just below the edge and then start going down?

Sometimes life is like that. Except without the water going down.

Sometimes I just want to get in my car and drive. Out of my city, out of my county, out of my state, and just see where I end up at random. See if there's any adventures left for me to have in my life out there. Then I go to work instead. Have to pay the bills, you know.

I can't remember any dreams of late, which is disappointing, because the last few I journaled were pretty entertaining. I'd love to be one of those people who could lucid dream, or at least sorta kick start interesting dreams. I was thinking that journaling them might somehow help my brain remember them more easily when I woke up, but no such luck lately, probably because I've been sleeping so deeply and waking up so groggy.

Lately, I've having a hard time feeling anything pleasurable except a temporary transitory lift from eating. That's really not good, and in spite of knowing that, I'm pretty weak willed and unable to do anything about it. I must resolve to be better, and if nothing else, at least not eat junk food.

Emotionally dead is better than depressed (believe it or not, there is a difference, however subtle).

It's interesting the amount of singles classifieds on Craigslist complaining about the city the person is in and how they can't find someone like the city they came from. Why don't they just go back there then and stop complaining?
And let's face it, how picky should you be on an internet classified ad listing?

More importantly, why am I still so fascinated by these listings, when I'm not in any position to even be interested?

"It's not the years, it's the mileage" is one of the best lines ever written in film.

I really need to get out more....