Had a nice dinner with sinboy and I was given more reasons to think that Don Hertzfeldt should be my hero.

On our way back from dinner, sinboy was mentioning how contented he was with his life, because he felt like he'd hit all of the bases. And we walked up the hill, and I thought about it, and I realized that I have so much to do.

For all the living I've done -- the places I've been, the things I've seen, the chimps I've tickled...

Well, I don't really have anything to show for it all. Photos? Videos? Funny stories? Amoebas? It's sort of like going 10 giant steps forward, but walking in place.

I guess too I survey my life and see how much I have to do and finish. School looms like this enormous mountain to be climbed. I've really been remiss in my studies of late. woofa is coming to visit me from London this weekend, too. But overall, I think it behooves me to get back to the grindstone and study/catch up/etc.

I came back to the US and back to Columbia because I wanted to. I do actually love my classes. So, after this very exciting two days off on Monday and Tuesday, I will hopefully feel recommitted.

There's so much I want. I just don't even know where to start, sometimes.