Weekly update

Yeah, I know journals are supposed to be more frequent, but there's only so much that can happen to ya when you chill at home most of the time. And of that, theres only so much worth sharing; nobody needs to hear about me beating a video game or finding an interesting website. I refuse to let on what a mundane existence I lead!

Although in fact, its quite incredible I lead such an easygoing life. By all rights, I should be agonizing over not writing enough, angsting over an impending job hunt, and dreading some upcoming separations. But I'm not. Why? Because I'm terminally optimistic. Not in some hokey smiley daisy dance kinda way, but in a quiet, intelligent, but still ultimately irrational one. Things, I think, usually turn out for the better. I haven't got a real basis for this; my own luck, while decent, hardly justifies such assurance. Is it a matter of perspective? Is the fact that I'm middle class with a good family and upbringing making me blind to less pleasant events in life? But thats different. I'm aware of such things, I just cant make myself worry about them.
That, and I'm overconfident. Or, my ego ripostes, I'm just that awesome. Is the feeling that one can handle anything part of the trick of making it true? Or is it merely the mark of a discreet but raging egomania?

Who bloody knows. I should write a paper on these half-empty/half-full debates. Maybe, if I sound smart enough doing so, I can pass it off in a philosophical journal. That'd be a nice feather.

Meanwhile, the 'official' writing projects sit fermenting. I spent much more time tearing up my old new d&d rules and writing new ones than I did writing my story. The trouble with that one is, I know the setting and the rules that I want to use, but not the actual plot, as it were. I got no villain. And I cant just pull one out of nowhere... original villians are hard to come by.

Anyhow, I'm for sleep. Vicky, that reason-crushing anarchist, is allegedly going to call in the *shudder* morning.