I’m not very good at cohesively communicating my thoughts. So here they are. I make no promises on spelling, grammar, and proper literary structure.
Becky and I are spending the weekend in Wenatchee. Becky officially changed her name and we finally got a joint bank account. I was pleasantly surprised that my credit score has gone up over 100 points since the last time it was checked when we applied for our home loan.
Being out of town puts me away from my desktop PC which does not allow me to indulge my normal video game temptations. As a result, I tend to revert back to my old computer usage habits like writing in my blog. This time I decided to mix it up a bit and create a WordPress blog and import everything from my LiveJournal. There are some things I wouldn’t mind forgetting about but I decided to perform the import for historical reasons. I do sometimes enjoy going back and reading old entries to see how much things have changed since my college days.
To update the Interwebs on the past few months of my life, yes, I am now married. Something I never thought I’d ever be but I guess that’s what you do when you get to be my age. It doesn’t feel much different than unmarried life.
Work is still work. It’s fulfilling in that it keeps my work-week brain from permanently turning into the jello-like consistency I allow it to during weekend-long Minecraft binges. Sometimes I wish I did something that had a profound positive impact on society as a whole, like developing a cure for unexpected butt itch or something.
Still working on overcoming some lingering feelings of depression. I suppose it’s normal during what I commonly refer to as my quarter-life crisis. Forcing myself to not succumb to my social anxiety and video game addiction to hang out with friends when I’d normally hide out in my man cave has proven very helpful.
I’ve been having trouble turning my brain off recently. I can’t seem to keep from thinking about the vastness of the Universe and the mind-boggingly minuscule chance my existence really is for more than a few hours at a time. Sometimes I wish I could accept a comfortable lie instead of a harsh truth, or at least find a way to glamorize the truth. If you succeed in doing this yourself, please tell me how.