Problems

I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind...
Well, even the best fall down sometimes,
And even the stars refuse to shine... -- Collide, Howie Day

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I've some time on my hands, and the majority of that has been spent wondering what to do with it. I see things that I need to do if I want to advance in my life, and I see things that I'd like to do for fun, as well as things that could help me with the advancement. Of course, what do I choose but the fun, and not the business. Perhaps I should grow a mullet? At least then I'd be putting business first.

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No. That's a terrible thought. Forgive me for speaking it aloud.

I do find myself, still, having trouble concentrating on the task at hand, whether it be writing a few poems for Literary Journals to publish, or writing a few pages in my stories to get done with what needs to be done. And why? What is the deal with my priorities? I like them the way they are, sure, but whenever I get off work, all I can seem to want to do is lounge about and play video games. I've been able to keep away from the computer and television for some amount of time, lately, though it becomes a problem when I want to write, and by the time I get on my computer to do so, I go and get distracted by the game link nearby. Perhaps I should do away with it all together? Or perhaps not... let us not get too hasty, now, eh?

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Just an excerpt from my livejournal.com blog. I've way too many of these things to manage, but I haven't quite decided what to do with all of them yet. I know I'd like to keep my xanga. That one is for poetry at least. This one I've kept about for the in-and-out drama of life in general, and for dreams, though I've not done much of either of those for you guys here lately. I suppose I should get to work on fixing this issue, or at least the problem with writing more. I figure if I can fix that desire, then at least I'll be back into the habit, and that's all I really need, right? I hope so.