The slow train

Oh boy. Mondays. Chug chug chug.

I really love rabbitblog, she gives the most useful advice to 20-somethings. It doesn't hurt so much to hear the truth when it's coming from such clever far-away origins. I'd probably be upset if my friends said the same thing, but I'd pretend I wasn't because that's what you do when you hear advice from the elderly (ha!).

Writing "20 somethings" meant I had to lump myself in with 20-22 year olds, which was a little painful. Sometimes I just have to accept the fact that I'm not so far forward and advanced beyond them. It was only a few years ago, but feels impossibly far away. Thank you thank you whatever causes out there there may be that lead to the effect of me being alive beyond those angsty depression years. Progress only happens when you're alive. It's good to keep experiencing progress. I'm really glad to be 26. I hope this upward trend continues for a long time, and that the dips get more interesting.

It was a good weekend, a little more low key than recent ones. I feel settled again, and ready to do activities other than going out partying and forgetting everything else. It's a good time to start remembering and thinking again. My brain is a little hungry. I mean, other parts of me still are too, but they're not everything anymore :) My boss is giving me a raise for my skillz, so all is good money-wise here too.