America bound, hand and foot
I want to be the type of guy that writes daily fascinating, amusing missives. I really do. I could tell you all the reasons why I haven't posted, but… hey. You know.
I spent part of the flight home composing a long weblog post in my head. I always get introspective on airplanes. I guess it's the sense that there is some story that's either ending, or beginning. Or both. And so it was last week on the way “home” from Taiwan. So I had all these deep things to say, they were really very interesting. But of course I left all those thoughts somewhere over the Pacific. Sorry.
I got back to find that things here are exactly the same as when I left. The grass in the yard is dead, and Buddy is a bit fatter, but other than that things are status quo. I caught some sort of cough with a sore throat on the plane, so that, in addition to the standard jet lag, has kept me completely worn out since I got back. I had/have some plans for the summer, classes to take, bands to see, and the like, but I've just been too beat up to do anything. Stress from work hasn't helped, I've been busy trying to figure out a new project, new people, a new office, etc., and it's less fun that I thought it might be. (So I guess not everything is the same.)
I was literally hours away from buying a new computer, when Apple announced they were switching to new processors in 2006, which doesn't really inspire me to get one right now. There are a number of reasons why I might as well go ahead and get it anyway, but it made me question how much I really need it now, and the clutter pile that infests our house also makes me not so thrilled with the idea of bringing in some new stuff.
Speaking of which, all my stuff from Taiwan got here in less than a week, although it took a couple extra days to get it through customs. Seems to be undamaged, for the first time that I've done this kind of move, so that's nice. Of course now I've got to put all this crap away somewhere, and there's not much room for any of it to go. I've already filled up 2 bags of stuff to go to Salvation Army, some of it from these boxes and some from my closets.
I'm having mixed feelings about being back, honestly. I don't really feel comfortable yet. I guess it will take awhile.
By the way, I know comments were gone for a long time, but it wasn't anything I had done. They came back on their own. It's strange, because other people with the same comment server didn't have any problem, so I guess they just didn't like me. Maybe you'll be able to comment on this post.