Summer is kind of funny, I guess, because your schedule has a potential to be all sporadic. Even for someone like me who has a non-active social life, apparently. I keep saying I don't have a social life, yet everyday for the past 4 days off I've had plans. Even when it's quiet, on any given week I can make plans with a friend for coffee. In the past week alone I've made 2 new friends. So I guess if I ever bitch I don't have a social life, you have permission to smack me aside the head and point out the fact I have friends I can call for coffee if I wanted.
The last four days off have been very relaxing. At this point, though, you get used to the time off and dread going back to the grind. But.. such is life.
I've written and re-written a couple of paragraphs. I just can't seem to...make things come out right. I know I've been writing less this summer, but it seems I've had more going on in my head. A lot more to sort out. New thinking processes, new coping mechanisms for new things, new (or at least different) challenges. So please forgive me, faithful reader, for not writing as often as I should. Right now I just... can't.
As a side note, if you are a personal friend to me and we haven't been in contact lately, please don't hesitate to drop me a line. This whole "sorting things out in my head" extends far beyond this blog page. It doesn't mean I don't want to talk or catch up. Writing a quick message on Facebook or an email to simply say hello is *very* difficult for me right now (sounds rediculous, doesn't it?), so please take the initiative.
They say having a clean, tidy house or an unmade bed ("messy bed, messy head") are representations of our mind... but my house is clean, my bed is made, yet I am still mentally cluttered. So much that it starts to shut other things down or out. So.... I don't know what to say about that.