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friday night thoughts I still feel a small amount of guilt for the short entries. I have to question as to whether or not my mind was really that devoid of any thought or I just felt like being lazy. Then again there are days where nothing really does happen. Life is not always high drama nor do I expect it to be that way. I paged through some rental and housing magazines this morning after work. Looking for a place is never easy, but I do have some idea of what I want in a place to live. High ceilings would be nice and some kind of sheltered parking is a must. Ever since I have owned a car, I have never been able to park it inside a garage in winter. I think that over a decade worth of scraping ice and brushing off snow is enough. What I should do is make a list of pros and cons of moving before I do anything else. What do I really dislike about where I live now that would make me want to move? Then I start to wonder is it really that important to me? Am I just doing it for the novelty factor or is it in my best interest to move on to somewhere else now? Where I live now is adequate. It isn't shabby and I save money, but I know that I can do better so I start to look around for a new place. Am I moving simply to match my new income? Would moving be another form of climbing the social ladder for me? Am I trying to move away from what is essentially college style living? The second shift guy and I keep talking about what we want from a job. He still wants to leave, but things seem to be working better for me. I doubt that I will be here for more than two years, but that isn't uncommon in the job market today. Of course I also see myself as a person who will change jobs every so often. I know that I will keep growing as a person and I doubt that any job could hold my interest for any real length of time. I continually need to try different things that challenge me. I caught part of the world news tonight. Usually I don't watch it, because I find all of it to be too depressing. I will freely admit that I turn a blind eye to the problems of the world. I can only bleed so much for people that I do not know. The news was being broadcast from Moscow and they were talking about Siberia, which is yet another part of the world that exists only as flickering images on the television screen for me. Russia in my mind is a combination of Doctor Zhivago and what Henry Rollins said about it in one of his spoken word albums. For the most part it was a quiet night with me listening to music and paging through old comic books. Then I laid down on the couch under an afghan with candle light giving a golden hue to my livingroom. Shadows of my plants flickered across the walls as I tried to augment my four hours of sleep before I went in to work.
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