Remember when I used to blog almost every day? Ah, those were the days. Days when I had something to say. Days, maybe, when I had nobody to say them to, but that sounds a little sad so let’s just gloss over that. Days when I have cool experiences I want to document for myself and share with others. That’s a nice one. Now I just feel disorganized, without any rhythm or routine. There’s something to be said for knowing what you’re doing a few days down the road. I’m keeping busy and doing interesting things, but my schedule is erratic and unpredictable. Usually I just take it in stride, adjusting my plans as things come up, tending not to stress about anything too much, but at this point I feel like I’m not getting anything done, waking up at random hours each day, never managing to make a lunch for work, and I still haven’t managed to get groceries. At the very least I made a nice big dinner tonight—chicken baked with cheese and tomato sauce, mashed potatos, caesar salad with grilled spicy shrimp, and a nice helping of strawberries for desset. That’s worth blogging about.