Reorientation

I am disappointed with myself for not updating for the past few days, but some other things came between the journal and myself. Being on vacation last Wednesday through Friday completely changed my usual routine and most of my usual habits fell by the side. Time ceased to matter to me and I didn't care about what day of the week it was anymore. All that I knew was that the sun was shining and I didn't have to be anywhere or do anything. I embraced sloth as much as I possibly could.

There are days where I truly wish that I could emulate Junius Maltby. Its been years since I read the short story by John Steinbeck titled with that name, but I still remember part of the plot. Junius was a man who reveled in being lazy. His occupation of choice was to do as little as possible or at least that is how I remember the story. Most editions have the story coupled with the Red Pony.

The forgotten days do bother me. I'm not sure if they bother me as much as they might bother the people who read this project, but there is a certain amount of regret. Not updating is not something that I do on purpose. Sometimes there just isnít enough time or my access to the computer is hampered. As for whether or not I will try to fill in the gap, I am still undecided.

Work has remained exactly the same. Its as though I had never left. None of this really surprises me though. Actually I would have been much more surprised if things had changed.

I really am falling behind on pop cultural events. The New Yorker had an article about some Amish men dealing cocaine. I think that I would remembered hearing that on the news, but it was all new to me.

If ever there was an album that I could physically swim in it would have to be The Bends by Radiohead. Every time I listen to the music I just get overwhelmed. Its sensory overload and I love it.