January 5th, 2006


The looking glass is cloudy - nay, black

I have absolutely no plans for the entire next 12 months, much less the next 6, and this scares me. I expect I'll start having a panic about it once I get back home and will quickly try to come up with a bunch of crap to fill my time so I feel like I'm doing something and getting somewhere with my life. Sure, work has big plans for me, but that stuff just keeps on moving forward like the Juan de Fuca plate. Me, I need something for me, something real. I can work on the visa as soon as I get back but it still just feels like a giant crap shoot with no structure to it, and without structure my sad little excuse for a brain turns into Frosty the Snowman - circa the big spring thaw.