Forcing The Issue

So I'm forcing myself to write this entry. Supposedly, if you force yourself to write, it's, like, a good thing. Or something. Beats me. I haven't written anything in years, creatively anyway. Maybe I should. Just not right now.

In what little spare time I have, I've been re-reading my KoDT collection. It reminds me of the summer of 1995, when Matt and I would hang out at his place and read back issues of comics and magazines in between working at the York College computer lab. I miss Matt. I miss a lot of my old college buddies, but I miss Matt the most. Odd, since we didn't get off on the best footing when we first met. But I ended up hanging out with him the most, aside from maybe Patterson and Sidler. I miss those guys as well, especially because I haven't played tennis in years, and I miss doing that.

I guess it's easy to miss a lot of things as one gets older. Still, looking at what I have is fun, too. I wouldn't trade Abbie in for the world.

Where Am I?

So it's been a year since I've posted any sort of blog over at livejournal. I guess I just don't make any real time to do so. Keeping up with a three-year old daughter who has more energy than you at any given time also makes for a hard time. Needless to say, I'm still alive. I'm still in Tallahassee. It's still humid.