time flies

I don't know why it's always about flies with me...

How did it get to be November already? I'm sitting here thinking and writing about old shit, shit that happened like three years ago. I've actually been living in this city for almost seven years. And in the same apartment for three of those. Definitely time for a change.

I woke up the morning after the election and actually felt different, like hope really had been restored. Cheesy but true. I knew that I would vote for him, but I didn't realize how much things could change if he got elected. So here it is, it's kind of like New Year's. What am I going to do now that there isn't some dumb fuck sitting in the Oval Office threatening to start a world war with his abject stupidity? Now that I can stop worrying about that, what kind of shit will fill the void left in my brain?

I should probably start with...working harder. OK, working period. I haven't had a steady job for about four months now and it's starting to wear on me. I haven't been dancing lately, just doing odd jobs here and there and literally staring at my computer all day. If I were going to guess, I'd say this might be how people go crazy. No human contact, nothing but screen and brain and churning shit out with little to no external stimuli.

Maybe I'll go for a walk.