I am still on my retrospective crawl through my blog. I've finally gotten back to Oct 2006

So I'm sitting here procrastinating over the millions of things I'm supposed to get done. Apparently I'm hosting my sister's birthday and my parents' anniversary party at my house on Tuesday, and the inside of my house still looks tore up, almost like I had left all the windows and doors open that day the winds blasted up to 80 mph. Basically boxes and papers all over the place. This is a direct consequence of the fact that I'm a single guy living in a three bedroom house, and I simply don't know how to sanely manage all this space.

(title courtesy of aaron mcgruder.)

Oooh. I am in rare form today. Here’s to the darkness and the never ending void. “Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising/I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing./To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking….” – J.R.R. Tolkien from The Lord of the Rings

Dead, maybe? Terminally ill perhaps? Or just sleeping, smouldering like the last embers of a fire. I'm still waiting, waiting for that breeze to kick up. Let the flames blaze up again.