Buttons hit and the occasional change clacks away as they are tossed around in circles as I sit here at the computer listening to the sound of productivity.

It's a beautiful sound.

I'm listening to music while I sit here in kakhi shorts and a white undershirt. Sunlight increases and decreases on account of passing clouds as it comes through the window in front of me. My bed is made and my face is shaven. My neck smells like Polo cologne. Lack of dates with girls and formal occasions makes sitting at the computer in shorts and a t-shirt seem an opportune time to wear cologne.

I feel optimistic about the future, which is good considering things have felt hopeless lately. I think I figured out another one of my weaknesses. Apathy. Coming out of about a month of apathy, I see the difference very clearly. The way I feel today, and the way I felt yesterday, are very different. Crap happens. It does no good to blame things on circumstances. Life's to short to be pissed off (American History X). We live in a cynical world (Jerry Mcquire), but if you shut the hell up, I'll shut the hell up, and we'll make this work (Swingers).