i realized today that i don't even THINK about passion anymore. It used to be important to me that I actually cared about what i was doing and how i was living, and i just completely forgot.
i think that maybe the india job was about regaining that. And maybe i need to recognize that i don't need to go to india to have passion.
i'm not sure what i need. A change of scene, that's for sure. I'm far too comfortable here.
All that will be taken care of soon enough. Six days until i step out of here into the great gaping hole that is my future.
I'm taking suggestions for what to do for the next two years.
Anybody?
5:05 p.m. - 2003-04-17
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