Keep Going

Sunday. A day of rest. But I actually did some stuff today. I finished another hat, and started editing a vid. I haven't edited in a long time, and it feels weird. I feel like I'm wandering through a giant library looking for words. Then I have to put them together to make a sentence, but right now my English is a little rusty. I was hoping to take it to a professor tomorrow morning and show it to him so he'll feel like he's helping me. It's pointless, really. But it's just one more hoop I have to jump through in order to graduate. Not that I care very much about it, but it's one of those things that keeps me going at times like this when I really don't want to.

I'm eating the last pork loin I have today, which isn't really significant, except that it's the last of the real food I have in the fridge. Plus I'm out of olive oil, so I really have no choice but to leave the house tomorrow. Good food is another thing that keeps me going. My love for eating is strong, which I suppose is a good thing.

I packed another box today, and my bookcases are starting to look like I might be going somewhere soon. I want to pack more, but I don't have much room to put boxes, and I'm unsure as to what I can pack that I won't need, especially since I don't have a definite moving date yet. I can't wait to move to the new place, the place that will be completely my own, where I can go outside in the grass, sit under my tree, or turn my tv up as loud as I want because I don't share a wall with anyone. Plus their noise will be further away, which will be nice. I actually fantasize about cooking in my new kitchen and doing laundry with my washer and dryer. And even watering the trees and grass. It keeps me going.

I'm going to opening day at the race track on Wednesday, even though I'm not that excited about it. Heat, crowds, and drugged up horses doesn't sound as fun as it used to. But I'm going to take some photos for my artwork, so it's just a means to an end. Another hoop.

Also going to Comic-con on Saturday. Not looking forward to it, mostly because I'm supposed to go with the boy and I have no desire to talk to him right now. Maybe I'll feel differently on Saturday, but right now I don't. I have some other meetings this week that will be keeping me busy, so hopefully I will be sufficiently distracted to not worry about the stuff I don't care about. The wheels are in motion, so I just have to keep going.