Keeping Some Kind Of Record

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Well, since my last entry, so much has happened that it's hard to encompass it all, so I probably won't bother. Suffice it to say that involved an ailing older relative, a trip back home to tropical humidity and familial angst, contemplations in the southern peninsula (going back to San Jose and Santa Cruz), problems at work, the realization that I'll probably end up withdrawing from academic courses for the first time in my life (albeit, only online finance courses), pro bono hopes, zen studies, the start of the Great Dickens Christmas Faire - plus general ennui, cynicism, jaded world-weariness, and just a touch of despair. The problem is that nothing interests me anymore - escapism, in the form of books and fiction seems to be the order of the day, and I am having a shockingly hard time being motivated about anything - it's all I can do to get to one class or event each evening, and I'm falling behind on a lot of items -well, it's the usual. Because I can do little more than get to work and entertain myself, I don't get that natural high from scheduling to within an inch of my life, so I seem to have less and less reason to do anything. The virtuous cycle becomes vicious. Bah. Well, I'll try to record a bit more later, perhaps - much happens but little changes.


And that's just not good enough anymore.