Now that I have a working computer again...

I am finally able to give an update of life in the new apartment. I am enjoying having the place to myself and not having to worry about waking someone up if I want a midnight snack. I have been cooking much more and have actually been eating three meals a day, which is something I haven't been doing for quite a while.
Today I had a moment that felt just like my life should be. Mind you, it was just a moment, but it was nice. I walked to the Evil K to print out the fifty pages that I wrote during my vacation a year and a half ago so that I can edit it and make it something usable. After that was done I walked over to Starbucks and bought a coffee and then walked home. As I was walking home I just felt like that represents what I want my life to be. So I don't always feel like my life is what I want it to be, but on a productive day like today, I feel good about my life. I'm hoping that the "loving my life" moments become more frequent this year, because I'm much more productive when I'm content.

Tragic Indifference

I've been attempting to clean and pack, and I found a journal (one of many) that I never completely filled. And I came across a poem that I wrote in March of 2004 that I somewhat recognize as being somewhat relevant, but at the same time, something that I've definitely moved away from over the last couple of years. So here it is in its raw and unrevised form:

Tragic Indifference


What to write, what to say
my thoughts have run dry
I can think of no words,
I've made no time to try.
No time to make my dreams come true
muddling through life with a
tragic indifference--I press on,
just trying to make it through
another bleak and weary day
hoping my life will improve itself
come whatever may.
Just sitting and watching
the minutes, hours and days float by
leaving me behind in a puff of steam,
while I stand alone and stationary
letting my dreams remain dreams.