January 28th, 2008: Monday Nite

So I thought I'd enter some selected journal entries here on my blog. One reason is so the blog itself will have some substance. Another reason is that I'm thinking of making a shift from writing in the journal to writing on the blog site. I'm pretty sure that no one will read either one, so it comes down to whether I want to write or type. And while its not a traditionalist view, I kinda like typing better than writing.. at least sometimes.

So this is an entry from 1-28-08

Nature hates a void. Nature hates a vacuum. Yes, these are some sayings passed on to me on certain various occasions. They were spoken to me in relation to my habits and vices. Now that I no longer smoke or drink, what will take their place? And does something have to take their place? What if they were like junk boxes that I threw out? Do I have to replace them with other junk boxes?

I feel like my life for last little while has been cluttered. I have been living recklessly. And I don't feel like dropping certain habits means that I necessarily need to pick up replacements. Thoughts of exercise are well and good, but the truth is that I really just don't like any of it. I can try to talk myself up but its pretty empty in the end.

I really would like to just read my books. I don't have much else on my plate. Nothing's really peaking my interest. And that's pretty much the case with everything in my life. Been there, done that. I don't miss any of it. I'm not looking to get back into any of it. I know what it all pretty much looks like, smells like, tastes like, feels like. I really don't need to experience it again.

So I'm just waiting for HGTV to give me my house in the Keys and I'll be just fine. Turn on, tune in, drop out...

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