Remember

Oh blog.

I've told myself that I'm going to start writing again, mostly because I promised Tim a short story-like thing and I have been losing my grasp on the English language at an alarming rate.

Today I resolved to practice drums for at least a little while every day. I've grown tired of playing all the time for a few weeks then stopping completely when I get off the rotation at church. Every day, even if it's just for a small bit.

I also, apparently, resolved to make a valiant attempt at growing a beard. I realize that is a frightening prospect, but I went to work with my sad not-sure-what-to-call-it facial hair, so that must mean I'm committed to it, right? I look absurd. I'm hoping that eventually I will look less absurd.

It feels weird to be breaking in my keyboard all over again. I don't even remember most of my vocabulary; everything has devolved into project-specific jargon at work. I've been so immersed (in a good way) in everything there that I've stopped thinking in other terms altogether when I enter work mode.

I should read more.

I should do a lot of things.