1.8.07

07s in the entries now. if you look far enough back, you'll see 99s.

i think it's strange that the thing i spend most of my hours thinking about is the thing i don't talk about here. the future. my future. specifically, my career. i've been throwing a particular trajectory around for awhile now, letting it grow and change and get comfortable, throwing it glancing thoughts for minutes or hours at a time. it's a new form of problem-solving for me. long-term marination.

i still don't know if it's the right trajectory or not. it might be that it's been in my head for so many weeks now that it seems like the natural path when there is, in fact, no natural path at all. though i've never felt the urge to sit down and write any cohesive story...

...ah, shit. yarmouth is coming, only vaguely announced for the first time in years. i'm all done with this.