The mouse squeaks

It has been a while. Not sure why I have be avoiding writing outside of, 'I have nothing new to say'. Well, maybe I do, but I have been running around at work with little or no time to goof off (well I do go skating once a week or so). I really do not want to want to talk about work; currently it is a necessary evil.

In its place I do not know what to talk about. I went out with Heidi on Wednesday for pizza and beer after she got home from visiting family and a job interview. I played guitar hero last night while watching the Bruins win. I am reading a very interesting book which I recommend to all (perhaps I'll actually review it!). A while back I wrote a crappy thing in that other weblog, which remains barren. I have started drawing a little bit every week, I am still looking for new jobs, I still feel kind of lost. Some person once said about life (where is my Bartlett's?) that it is not about the destination but about the journey. But this does imply that one should have a destination. But what is a destination?

Goal to be completed by Monday: Write something for the other weblog.

God, I am whinny. I keep thinking that I need to do some soul searching to figure out what I want to do. I am starting to realize that it is not about contemplating doing shit it is about doing shit. Don't think, do. Or at least think less. I cannot advocate not think in any way, there is enough of that already. Has anyone else watched this?