The last Friday of July

That's as creative of a title and subject as I could come up with. It's 230am, I have a slight headache, and I just wanna chill out and read myself to sleep. Let me throw out there that i'm THISCLOSE to finally having no PILES on my bedroom floor. !!!!! Actually, they're so streamlined that I could easily toss them on a shelf or in a drawer at this point. But that would be cheating. I've saved the hardest stuff to get rid of for last...old bills and such...things that need to go through a paper shredder. I aim to start this tomorrow. Tonight, I began zooming through my "career pile"...Christ, that's a whole OTHER thing...but that category of "pile" has long been hidden away neatly. Let me be clear...i'm as bored, restless, frustrated, anxious as EVER...but i'm controlling it now much better than I have recently. Trying to ward off anger, depression, and -- worst of all --GROUNDHOG DAY monotony in small ways. But that's all for me to worry about and not the innocent reader of this blog. I wish I had the stupidity and indiscretion to ramble with naked honesty about every facet of my life like other idiot bloggers do...then I wouldn't have to be so sometimes vague and elliptical on here -- and more importantly, then I wouldn't have to ALSO handwrite in my old school black-and-white notebook, which is SUCH a nuisance. I'm so used to writing on a keyboard, but I digress. But i'm not a moron, nor am I an open book. And no matter how much I say, there's so much that I don't. And that's how it should be. I'm clearly NOT of the Myspace generation. Who ARE these people thinking their EVERY move and thought needs to be documented on a public bulletin board?!?! Mystery, discretion, even class...lost to so many. Of course, I gotta save a lot for my autobiography...