at 1:44 a.m., while not sleeping, i decided that i needed to have some goals in life. see, i really have no goals, at least none that i could rattle off without pondering for quite some time. the thought of someone asking me where i see myself in 5 or 10 years makes me want to cry (it’s after 2 in the morning, there really isn’t much that doesn’t make me want to cry right now).

so i decided that i would come up with some goals, since i’m not sleeping. i also decided that pacing about the apartment and muttering along to lucinda williams would be the quickest way to figure out these goals.

here’s what i have come up with:
i want to finish that press release that has been bugging me for the past week
i want to see the TTHM sometime this week
i want to finish my short story
i want to read my short story in class at a pace a little slower than the speed of light and in a voice that is not unnaturally high and shaky

that’s all i got. the best long-term goal i could come up with: i want to still be breathing both 5 and 10 years from now.