I think - I'm too lazy to actually confirm this, but I think - that my entries have been following a weekly cycle.

On the weekends it's pretty much drunken ramblings. I think this is when my true personality appears. Whether this is a good or a bad thing is left as an exercise to the reader.

Early in the work week I tend to be a little more contemplative and so I imagine the bullshit in my 'blog gets piled a little deeper as I try to translate my thoughts to words.

Late in the week, like tonight, I start to feel apprehensive about the upcoming days so my entries probably take on a more nervous and rambling quality.

Basically, I'm coasting. Spending the week either rehashing the previous weekend or anticipating the next one. I'm seriously stuck in the triangle that TallLady and I have discussed. The one that consists of work, home, and Rich O's.

Well maybe stuck is the wrong word. I'm actually fairly content with things as they are right now. I have little to look forward to anymore, but I also have little to fear. I'm no longer bound to the commitments and the restrictions that until lately I'd been forcing on myself.

I could break out of the triangle.

I just don't want to.