mahiwaga

There are approximately 3 days, give or take, until I turn 30, and I’ve basically hunkered down and accepted the inevitable. My life will not be visibly different in any way, no major milestones will be reached. It will just be another godforsaken Wednesday that will blow by faster than I can think.

These past few weeks have come and gone, leaving me a little bewildered. I haven’t really had much time to think about what I’ve been doing, much less what direction my life is going. Sure, I’m taking it one day at a time, but it’s starting to feel like I’m accelerating blindly down an alley at night without streetlights, and my headlights are broken. I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to make a turn eventually if I don’t want to slam into a brick wall, but which direction and exactly when I should turn are questions that I certainly haven’t got the answer to. And I’d love to hit the brakes, but that doesn’t seem to be a viable option as of late.

What I will do, though, is bury myself in music. Despite the big, fat pipeline leading vast quantities of data from the Internet to my LAN, I still buy CDs, but together with the MP3s I’ve downloaded, I have a good week’s worth of continuous new tunes. I figure that will ward off the specters of regret that have haunting me lately, at least for a little while.

For some reason, I feel like summer has come to an end prematurely. I can already smell the autumn smoke, and I can practically taste the chill in the air. Usually, summer puts up a fight at least until my birthday, and it doesn’t usually feel like autumn until October rolls around. I don’t know. Stupid global warming.

August seems like only yesterday, and right now I’m reminiscing about that night when it was 105° F even though it was already 8 p.m.

But whatever, nothing lasts for ever, or some such shit. Time waits for no one.