I should be dreaming

I bought a big poster board and started drawing on it because I had too much free time on my hands. I haven't touched that thing in almost two weeks. I miss my free time. I would shun responsibility if I weren't so darn responsible.

Lately I've started to cook real dinners. Last night it was fish and corn. Tonight it was chicken and various vegetables. Good news: I'm not a bad chef. Bad news: They were frozen vegetables.

This post will be bits and pieces of a thousand things running through my head so just quit now if you aren't interested.

I'm bad at following through with goals. When I bought my poster board I also bought a big calendar like the kind used in elementary school classrooms. My plan was to draw something to represent what I did or what happened to me every day. I started on March 24. I ended on March 29. I just want to take it down and tear it up because it's staring at me and every time I look at it I realize I failed at the one goal that was important to me without really affecting me.

Some days I'm incredibly productive and others I lack initiative. Usually those days are grouped in bunches, like little spurts of energy followed by little dead periods in which I am basically useless. I think I'm exaggerating for effect, but the point is the same. I suppose that's part of the human existence. If we could all be perfectly consistent there would be no gray areas. Everyone would be 100% good or 100% evil. I should hope that were this the case, I would be found with the good.

I registered for classes last night. I only have to go to class on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Is it wrong of me to wish I had gotten Tuesdays and Thursdays instead? That sounds lazy, but then I would have tons more time to do assignments and work and be with my then wife. If it's wrong, I don't want to be right.

Wow, I think I've flapped my metaphorical gums enough tonight. If you made it all the way through this post, comment to prove it and I will owe you anything from the Dollar Tree. I recommend the Fudge Grahams. They are fabulous.

Post Script: Don't ever write a blog post at midnight.