Forgetful

I was brilliant and forgot to blog yesterday.  Again.  I need to stop that.  I actually considered just dropping this project last night.  I'm calling it a project now.  And you're the one who told me not to.  I listen to you too much. That may or may not be a bad thing.  I don't really care.  It doesn't mean I'll stop listening to you or anything.  I need to fix this failure in habits though.

That and I need to find more things to write about.  That's been a large part of the problem with my writing of late.  I just...haven't had anything to say.  My summer is long and boring.  I don't have much of anything to say, nor anything to do.  I'm wasting my days until I get to start doing things, and have places to be at certain times.  I like schedules and organization and I have none of that right now.

One more paragraph.  That's what I have to do now.  I feel bad that I'm trying to just get to the end of this post, but I don't know what to say anymore.  I'm tired.  I can't maintain a schedule of any sort.  Summers are bad for me.  I keep saying that, and I know it's not going to change until I get out of here, go somewhere else, start doing things.  But for now, for now I'm here.  Bored as ever.