I just want to type some words that explain my day, my thoughts, my experiences. Do I want people to read this? Well, being famous from blogging would be cool, but being a personal, private diary is tempting, too. Somewhere in the middle is where it will end along with all other dreams in life, never the pinnacle but never the depth of bottom, either.
In the world of me since last we spoke, h was born. Number 2 is in the oven. I was promoted at work, the wife quit her job and I need a root canal.
I will 32 next week. 2^5.
I have only started formulating real, attainable life goals instead of fanciful daydreams. That may take me nowhere.
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