There’s lots of things running through the old noodle, let’s see that we can’t clear some things up.
“Sounds good, cause I’ve wasted alot of time.” I got that text message after quite a few one night from Alisa. It was finishing up a conversation with her over what’s been going on, how our years were going, and the usual stuff. We started talking about hanging out again. And it looked like a go. It’s just kinda (not disheartening, need a better, less melodramatic word) that we can’t get on the same schedule. The other beef: not calling back when she says. I’m just anal retentive like that I guess. If someone says they are calling back, then they call back.
I’m tired of this schooling thing. A good general malaise has fallen over me, and it is bogging me down. I’m not happy any more. It’s not the content. I still love doing the computer work. It’s just that I’m surrounding myself with it totally this semester. There’s not a class or a job that doesn’t have something to do with comptuers. It’s getting kind of old. It’s just computer overload.
There’s more. There’s always more.