Every couple years, I look through a bunch of stuff that I've written to see what I was feeling at the time. It's weird, I can write something simple like "haven't had anything crazy happen in a while. I'm bored. Hooray!" and can decipher that I was mildly depressed at the time and can remember other things that were going on then that I didn't write about. I'm glad that I have this deep understanding of myself. At least I have no delusions about my predicament.
Also, I almost feel like I'm spending so much time working, and that time is moving much faster than I like it to, that the timeframe between events is much larger than I remember it being. In my mind it's the end of June, not the end if July. What does this mean? Not sure, it doesn't feel like I'm overexerting myself, maybe just mismanaging my time.
Finally, I'm reworking my website (yes, again) and will probably merge this very livejournal into my new website. Nothing against livejournal, they've hosted my dismal rantings for over four years now, but it just feels like nobody reads this crap. Plus myspace is the new hotness. This way I'll be able to manage one blog with everything I want on my own server (
brianbernas.com/blog). You'll still be able to go there and post comments if your little heart desires and I'll leave my livejournal active for as long as is humanly possible. This isn't the end, I'm just right around the corner.