I find myself in one of those phases where I’m searching for something new and exciting. Some new hobby, or new art technique, some new website or place to roam on the internet. Something to keep me from drastically dying and cutting my hair, which is usually the avenue I take when I get antsy like this.

There doesn’t seem to be much improvement in the current state of affairs, and I’m not sure how much longer humanity is going to be kept in a state of limbo before sh*t really starts to hit the fan. I’m exhausted from this. And I miss my junk food restaurants. Yes my favorite Chinese food place may be full of MSG and not technically “real” chinese food, but it’s fucking delicious either way. It’s not the most unhealthy thing I do. I’m honestly trying to keep my opinions to myself because I don’t want to seem like an asshole. I am still well off, I am not hurting financially, I have food, a home, a job, but I am realizing the small things we took for granted. I’m hoping more people are realizing the same and the world will be better once all of this is over, even if it is temporary.

I’ve been craving to write something the last few days, but my heart just isn’t in it. My thoughts are all jumbled together and I can put a clear paragraph together. Everything is muddled and unclear. Probably why I usually only write once a month. I should pull one of the many, MANY books I have that I haven’t read yet and start a new one. But I can’t help but feel incredibly lazy lately, I have no motivation.

My birthday is coming up. Not sure how that is going to go with all of this going on. Another year has passed. Another new window is opening up. There’s so much I want to change and do. And I only have a few weeks left to figure it out.