I can't seem to focus my mind on any one thing right now. I keep hopping from site to site looking for something to occupy my mind, and nothing is really doing it for any length of time. I suppose that probably means I should just go to bed already, but there's this restlessness in me, too, which is keeping me up. So, yeah, can't focus--why not write? I don't know why that made any sense in my head, and furthermore why I'm writing it here in a blog instead of in some kind of journal. I guess there's that fine line between a blog and a journal these days. Well, some people seem to think it's a fine line, I don't so much. There's a big difference. I don't write in either as often as I think I should or as much as I aspire to do, but when I write in the journal, I'm not expecting anyone to ever read it; when I write a blog post, I feel like I'm talking to someone. Not necessarily anyone in particular. Not you, or the other guy who was just here, or his cousin; just talking to someone nondescript.
For some reason, this reminds me of a blog post a friend of mine from high school wrote the other day. She was talking about habits she's trying to get into and ended by asking for the readers aspirational habits. All I could think of was that I'm trying to get in the habit of brushing my teeth twice a day instead of only once. I swear, I don't think I've brushed my teeth more than once any day since I wrote that comment. What is that all about?
I also don't know how I managed to forget that I'm trying to get in the habit of writing. In a journal, a blog, on a project I'm noodling around with, in some way. That's why I started this blog.
So maybe that's why I'm here tonight with this stream of consciousness. Thanks for dropping by.
