At Some Point I'm Going to be Interesting Enough Again to Restart Blogging. Oh Wait.

My life, being cyclical, has come back around to me having gainful, albeit temporary, employment. I have an interview soon as well for a longer-term, but still temporary, assignment. I'll plan to pay off one of my major debts; the fact that I'll pay this off much sooner than I expected, while awesome, comes at a pretty steep price that I had very little to do with. (Brief aside to the unemployment benefits center in my home state: while I'm glad you made it easy [as well as mandatory] to pay off your debt, you pretty much made it impossible to pay off any others. Thanks for helping me get you off my back, though.) Money, that necessary evil, will start being somewhat easier to come by.

My personal life has picked up its pace. Singing with the Seattle Men's Chorus has reopened some doors in the world and my mind. That's the moderately flowery way of saying it. Here's a more dramatic way: I feel like my life took a turn for the worse when I stopped singing, and ever since I restarted singing with a group, I feel better and like I have a more positive outlook on life in general.

I leave you with this final thought. This post is a perfect example of what happens when I stop writing.