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Any thoughts? I want one! Preferably before my trip to St. Louis!

… but still no cigar. I’ve looked high and low for a nice layout, but I still can’t find one that I absolutely love. I guess I’m just overly picky and stuck on my own work. Nothing will be 100% to my liking unless it’s something I’ve made myself, I’m afraid. Oh well.

Today was decent. The problem is that I’m getting to have those halfass okay days more often than I have really good ones. You know. I keep saying that I want to actually live. Really give the whole “carpe diem” live-like-you-were-dying thing a try. But when opportunity comes, I snooze it away, always leaning on the “I work hard and now I wanna relax” crutch as an excuse for being lazy when I could be doing something more productive. What is SO hard about keeping myself motivated? Ugh.

It just crossed my mind that I’ve become one of the worst bloggers ever. All I do is bitch about things that I really don’t feel all THAT strongly about in the first place. I need more substance in my life, I think. Allow more time for friends and outings so I don’t have as much time to stew over retarded stuff in between work shifts. As much as I hate to admit, work has seemingly devoured me again. The time I spend outside of my place of employment is spent sleeping or doing webdesign sidework (which is ANOTHER awesomely time-consuming mind grinder) and I’ve slipped into dullness again. I need things in my life that inspire me. My piano endeavors did a decent job of getting my right-brain revved up again… for awhile, but part of me is afraid that it’s starting to fall by the wayside.

At least I didn’t dump that $900 into that keyboard I had my eye on. Oh yeah. I was pretty close.

Instead, I bought a Wii for a friend of mine. He gave me his PS3 in return. I bought Guns of the Patriots and I have yet to really spend any time playing it. Haha~

I think before my rambling about the petty happenings in my life get the best of me and end up flooded on here, I’m going to cut myself off and head to bed. Just gotta make it through until Sunday afternoon. Whew. I hate 8 day weeks.