October 2, 2004

• When all I do is sit in front of a computer all day, I can somehow write entries every day or two, but now that I'm actually doing things with my life I can't think of anything to say.

  
  

  I think maybe the answer lies in the amount of time I spend by myself, doing nothing but thinking on my life. It seems I never have time to simply think, to be reclusive and reflective. I have things to do, and people to see. Problems are ignored or pushed aside by some internet cartoon, or a movie that I've seen before, or perhaps that next level. Is it such a bad thing? I suppose it is. I miss it, really. I miss being locked away from the world, communicating only via exact words: thought out and written down. I miss the overcontemplation on everything.

  
  

  But another person comes in the door, and I'm again torn from my thought. C'est la vie.

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