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Thursday, August 19, 2004

I was in the mood to talk, but the audioblogging service is temporarily down. So it goes.

I've spent this evening doing dishes, washing laundry, and cleaning my room. I'm trying to get rid of things that I don't use or need. Clothes are being piled, papers are getting recycled, and stuff is being tossed. I garner so much shit in my room. As I look through it, I am realizing how often I accept things into my life (or my possession) with the notion that I will review or revisit them at another time, when I have time. But that time never comes. Thinking forward while looking back has become my propensity. Meanwhile, the present gets pissed on.

But that is changing. And I am changing. Growing up is not something you choose and maturity is not something you are given. And making memories is more important than keeping them.