
I have spent the last couple of days sick. Which I hate. Since I have been sick, I haven't been doing much other then thinking. Some times when I start thinking about things, I tend to get a little philosophical.
I have just thinking about the things I want. The things I want to accompish. The problem is I don't know. I have all these dreams of things that maybe fun. None of them seem really possible. There are times I think about writing, but I really don't know that I could; I think about going back to school, I just don't know what is I would go for, I don't know what I would really be good at. I don't really know if there is some "dream" job out there for me, if there is I have no real idea what it is.