I don't write enough. Some people say I have a knack for it, and they may be right. I know I enjoy it once I get started with it. It's like that with everything I go. I have trouble finding the motiviation, but once I get going, I love it. Why is that? Was there some sort of trade-off I made as some indicipherable point in the past where I decided to have a great passion for things, but in order to have it I had to not care about them at first? Maybe it's better that way, actually. The benefit does outweigh the negative, as I could feasibly enjoy most anything to a great degree, but it only ends up being things that I really care enough to do in the first place. So, what do I care enough to do, then? Well, let's start today, eh? I think I'm going to clean up the house. I'm kind of into that. I like to clean, and I like living in a clean place. I also havn't been cooking very much lately. That really needs to change. One, because eating out is too expensive, and two because I know I'm good enough to feed myself satisfyingly. That, and practice grants improvement, and I would love to be an expert. I also need to finish designing my Sky Garden blog so I can move on from this one, and also important on the list is reading. I should make a note of it to read at least one magazine article and one chapter from a book at day, at the very least. I need someone to keep me on my toes about this crap. I impore you, whoever reads, to push me. I need someone keeping me in check. Thank you.

P.S. - I forgot how much the background here rules. I hope you have a high enough resolution to see the lion on the far right side of the picture, because that's what really makes it.

P.P.S - Oh yeah, the bottle garden. A bunch of ants overran my roots and made a mess of the place, so I tossed it. Maybe I should get some real pots.