deprofundis

Still don't know what (if anything) I'll do for my birthday in a couple weeks. Still pretty alone for the most part. Still plagued by the inexpressible. Nonetheless, I've become overwhelmed by feeling.  I have so much to look forward to.  I can't wait 'till tomorrow night when I go out to dance. I can't wait 'till this summer. And all the time in between...

No way of knowing now what might be.  My 24th year is near over... and... I couldn't imagine feeling much more at a lack of life. I suppose it doesn't help that I still feel alone.  If only I could be fine with just me to appreciate my work, I might just do some more of it. It's just a bit lonely, you know...   A shame when no one knows you and the only people who come near don't want to.

I'm listening to the most inspirational song I've found in quite a while.  It's gladdenning to find something moving and also upbeat - from the Hacker's soundtrack no less. I'm in the mess I call my new home.  I'm getting stuff out of storage to bring here - finding a place to put it (and everything does have its place) though I'm lacking much of a workbench. That's right.  I want a workbench.  I'm glad to say I still have interest in The Project.  It will come around.  I have spent the time I take driving with a mind full of thoughts on the grand endeavor.  Anyone with a vague interest might read more in my July 21, 2003 journal entry. Me