Another week

I think I need to start updating this at work. I don't know if I can update on demand.

So. I think life used to be simpler. Well, maybe not simpler. Maybe just tracked. Beginnings. Endings. I don't know if I'm adapting well to this life-opening-up in front of me thing. Maybe adapting's not the right word. Because I adapt. People adapt. If you live, you adapt. Without full-fledged rebellion, you adapt.

Anyway. Whether or not you adapt, I adapt. I picked a present, for better, for worse. I'm in Dallas. I'm in a somewhat miserable living situation (accept that I'm a little over-dramatic when I blog), but that's going to be fixed within the month (thank the blessed jesus).

OK. So maybe I haven't picked a present. Maybe I'm still in limbo. I guess a job and a living situation isn't choosing your present. Decisions must be made. Instead, I tread water.

I've read some sort of article about how, nowadays, consumers are overwhelmed. Choices galore. Consumers are actually happier if their choices are limited somewhat. Too many cell phones is no good; people would rather decide between 10.

Maybe that's where I'm at.