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Hi.
I believe that I quoted the Great Ferris in a post back, but I think this time, the saying is overly appropriate. It's already half-way through December, and as I stop and take a look around, I wonder where my time has gone.
It's as though my time was just consumed by work and blur. Specifics are expensive and uncommon.
Now, as I try to read what I've attempted to convey, I'm just filled with disappointment. It's not like I'm fighting it, it's just that it's not coming easy right now. Thank goodness for beer because it's been getting the job done since before I was born.
It's early on Tuesday morning. The tuesday before my big break. As I sit and think about what the next couple days have in store, I can't help but think how the new year is going to be so much more and meaningful than I would have ever imagined.
It's pretty safe to bet that by the time I return from my journey through FL and up to the great Minnesota, my lock on hours of employment will have been picked.
It's a good thing that time goes somewhat slow; otherwise, I think I'd really be in a jam. I hope I never take my eyes off the prize- whatever it may be. I hope someday I figure out why I'm so concerned about that prize. And then, maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to describe what it is exactly that I'm chasing.
Until then, I guess I need to start figuring out where I'm going to head when I head out of this place. Is it really time to start moving on? Can 9 months really be enough time to have figured out Austin?
I guess only time can tell. There are less than two weeks left in 2005- now that's a scary thought. You know I won't be waiting around to tell you what happens.
Arriverdirci.
