I think today was just meant to be an off day for me.  Despite my best intentions, all I got accomplished beyond eating, doing my stretching routine, showering and getting dressed was this: I ran one brief errand and took a couple of boxes of recycling out to the car, replacing them with empty boxes that will soon (hopefully) hold the fruits of my decluttering labors. That's IT.  With only two days in a week that aren't mostly taken up by work, I'm aggravated that I pretty much wasted this one.  :::shrugs:::  I guess this just means that I'll have to be extra diligent tomorrow.

Something that bugs me: I feel like my journal is terribly boring.  Due to my health issues I really don't have much life outside of work and baseball (and doG knows I'm no sportswriter, so writing scintillating game recaps isn't my forte).  Once upon a time, though, I DID have a very active social life, went places, did interesting things, had a lot of friends, and I have many stories to tell of my golden era.  I even have a pile of old handwritten journals to draw from if I want to jog my memory about what it was like.  So I'm wondering something: Would anyone on my f-list like to hear about when I was young, healthy, carefree, and had excitement and joy in my life?  Writing about these things could be seen as living in the past, I realize this, but it would certainly spice up my journal a bit.  I'm just curious to know what folks think of that idea.

On the subject of back in the day, I spent some time this afternoon reading the abandoned LJ of the daughter of one of my favorite (male) high school classmates. He's someone I've mentioned here before, several months ago. Chris was an amazing guy, very personable and talented. Last time I saw him was in 1978, and I accidentally found the daughter last year while Googling Chris to see if I could figure out why he had aged so badly (I had found a professional picture in my Web travels). I had found her LJ at the time and had gleaned some telling information out of it, but what I realized today was that back then, I didn't know how to navigate within journals so hadn't read the whole thing. So today, I read all of it. Let's put it this way, I know that people change a lot between 18 and their 40s, but it saddened me to see what a total asshole Chris turned out to be.  Part of the daughter's ranting could certainly be attributed to teenage angst, but on the other hand, her dad sounds like a major piece of work...emotionally and physically abusive. He was such a sweet guy in school. Seeing how he turned out was pretty sad, not to mention unsettling.

Game is about to start, so I'm over and out.  Comments on the direction of my journal would be much appreciated.  I just feel like such a crashing bore, I guess that's what I'm getting at.