Who has two thumbs and a terminal case of cabin fever?
This guy.
Now that I think about it, that line probably works better in person. But who am I kidding, I don’t really care. No, I don’t really care that I’ve been gone for two months. What can I say? School went into overdrive towards finals and I’ve been rehabilitating since I got home. That’s right, school is over (I got A’s in everything but calculus, in which I got a C) and I’m back in Los Angeles. So… where was I going with this?
Hmmmm. Well, what is Tom up to these days? Let’s see, I’ve…
- purchased a gladius and have been practicing on a number of dummies in my backyard (not sure just how much longer the gladius is going to last, I’ve put it through a bit of a beating),
- read through all of the Percy Jackson and Nicholas Flamel series,
- begun cooking for myself again (this was an activity that I truly missed in school),
- and wrote a résumé.
This last activity was both a major accomplishment and a source of my depression. (It makes me feel old.) It’s also grossly unlikely that I’ll hear back from the person I sent my résumé to, or the myriad of other businesses to which I applied.
So, what’s the point of this again? Well, once upon a time, I had the inclination that this blog-thing would become popular and I’d be lavishing in fame and fortune. But, true to life, I’m unpopular on the internet. Ergo, neither fame nor fortune has entered my life. This leaves me with the only two options: one, stop writing or, two, continue writing despite my (non-existent) audience. I choose the latter. Let the fame and fortune come in their own time. I will continue to write for my own enjoyment. (And because it will likely keep me from going mad.)
May the future be forgiving…
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