Hey, LJ.
It's been a while. Too long, I think.
There isn't much to report, really. I think I prefer it this way, a steady and slightly dull march toward a decided end. At least things are somewhat predictable. I work, I play music when I can, I game, and I work on plays. The ratio varies week to week, but mostly that's my life.
Three of my best friends are getting married in the next few weeks. Two to each other, and another to his sweetheart from Norway. Both of the men involved are younger than I, and it makes me question my own resolve, my own path. Had I been better, stronger, more open with my thoughts and ideas, would that be my own life as well? Would I have been ready, at that point, to make that work?
Do I really want to have done that?
I'm in a strange state of mind lately. I feel myself degrading, the self that I am and have grown to be taken from me. My mind is not as quick, my hands not as nimble. I no longer appreciate things I once did, overwhelmingly profound pieces of prose now seem windy and pompous. I'm beginning to hate what I've done with my life. Am I the same person I wanted to be even two years ago?
Two years ago I had a plan, a goal, a partner and a life. Now I can only count one of these as true, the others in potential (perhaps in theory), but not immediately accessible.
Strange.
I'm opening a play on the 13th of September, called Doubt. I'm stage managing, it should be reasonably cheap - ten dollars or so. Please come, we get so few attendees generally because our advertising budget is so low, I promise you won't be disappointed.
Gaming is gaming, and the annual gathering was a refreshingly calm event.
