I haven't written in ages, I know. Even now I'm struggling to manipulate these keys, these ones and zeroes, into coherent thoughts. Words. Sentences.
Fuck. It's been a long
What was my point? This is why I haven't been writing, there's just not a whole lot going on. Even the things that are going on aren't worth writing about. They're moments, fleeting, gone before you can even enjoy them. At this point I think I'm just going to ride out the year and try to start out fresh in 2007. Yes, I know, there are a good three months left in the year, essentially a fourth of the year, a whole season. A lot can happen, I know, believe me, I know. However, I'm just kind of tired, I'm all about self-perseverance at this point.
Football's going well, at the very least. On all levels too. We're 5-2 with one more game to go in the season. NIU's won four in a row and Garrett Wolfe is kicking all sorts of ass. Oh and how about them Bears! 5-0 and looking stronger than ever. They've got a weak schedule and could potentially go 10-0. But let's not jinx them. Other than that...I don't have a lot else to cheer about. I guess Rex is doing well, so that's good news. (Rex my nephew, not Grossman, although he's performing well too.) My brother's birthday was Friday and my sister's Baby Shower was Saturday. I hit the Morseland and Mullen's last night. Morseland was showing Harold and Maude. I guess that's about it, hell I'll be surprised if anyone reads this far, I'm writing it and I'm boring myself.
Imagine how boring living this is compared to just writing about it.