I wrote this on a napkin at a bar tonight:

"Sometimes, I don't know what the fuch I'm doing.

But at least I'm doing something."

Not that I'm a literary genius, but that's what I'm reduced to these days.

It's been a long time of doing not a whole lot. Besides work, I sit around all day, waiting for someone to call, but no one ever does.

It's hard to find friends that you can trust these days, especially from scratch. I often find myself wanting, phone in hand, calling people I have no business talking to.

Such is the way, not that it's a really hard life, but it is true sometimes.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.