The Once and Again Rare Update

Can you see?
My eyes are shining bright,
'Cause I'm out here, on the other side,
Of a jet black hotel mirror,
And I'm so weak.
Is it hard understanding?
I'm incomplete.
A love that's so demanding,
I get weak.

I figured my life would pick up a bit once I started a "real" job post-college. So far, CRI is draining me, running to and from BG is draining me, and I've come to realize this morning that I'm wholly unhappy in many aspects of my life. I predominately list "creative writing" and "biking" among my top personal interests, yet I rarely end up doing either of those things in my free time.

But how do I define "free time?" Perhaps that is my problem: I only see free time as the time I get to myself, which isn't a whole lot every week. Twelve to thirteen hours of my day, Monday through Friday, are dedicated to work: From the time I wake up at 5:30am until when I get home at 6:00pm, more than half of my day is wrapped up just in a nine hour work day. By the time I get home, unwind, and eat dinner, it's already 6:30 or 7:00pm... which leaves me with a scant two hours to enjoy myself before I'm rolling into bed.

With a weekday schedule like that, my weekends are suddenly incredibly valuable to me. I hope that every weekend isn't like this one has been. I've been stuck on my computer all day, either configuring my laptop, cleaning my desktop, or playing World of Warcraft. Granted, I do enjoy all these things, but something is missing...

B3 Out.