It's getting close to the anniversary of those vows I made. And I only finished one of them. 33% of what I really wanted to do isn't done. So basically I'm failing at life.
Today I went down to the shore again. I swore by the muskrats and the distant towers that I would find a girlfriend. I swore by the grove and the frozen pond that I would make something. And I swore by the Mini-Cooper that I would wash my sheets. It helps to have a goal you know you'll actually achieve.
Burning Crusade comes out tomorrow. It'll fill time, but it won't fill me. I just don't know how to go about doing the things that I really care about.