Damnit.

I was sitting around this evening and I thought what the hell, write something in this journal. This journal that I haven't even looked at in 8 months.

My life has changed since the time I was a heavy journaler. Where I commented, cajoled, instigated, and generally made a nuisance of myself here and other people's journals.

The question I ask myself is why did I stop. And the only thing I can really think about is...well nothing. I had no real reason as to why I decided to stop sharing idiotic thoughts. I think the complacency bug set in. Not so much the complacency bug as the routine bug. I'd go to work and at around noon without fail, I'd spend my lunch hour writing some crazy thing that popped in my head.

Now I have a new job, in a new state, and my schedule is vastly different from what it was. Maybe I just need to get my head out of my ass and make a new routine for myself. To stop worrying about a schedule and just vomitorium all what I think about out again.

I've tried to jump start the engine many a time over the past year or so, maybe finally I got the right cellphone charger to get this on the roll again.

Let's do this.

Word.