Blank Tablet

I haven't been writing. Somewhere between second year and now I stopped committing my brain ramblings to paper or document file. This is not a system that works very well for me because I promptly lose all of my mental ruminations due to my THC inhibited memory enclave. I suppose the problem is that the older we get, assuming we are continuing to take on more and more responsibility, the less time and energy we have for the supposedly frivolous and superfluous activities we may enjoy. I've had one of those non-stop summers of joy, so I can't complain, well I could but I certainly wouldn't deserve any sympathy, but it does mean that I've had little to no time for something like blogging. Now that school has started up again and the day job is getting hectic I have little energy for the brief moments I have at home before sagging eyelids demand sleep-deprived attention. Maybe after the first wave of tests I'm facing in my American Lit and Archaeology courses I will be able to set to record the wondrous shows and places I've had the pleasure of experiencing this year. And it doesn't stop there, I've still got two more trips to America for concerts before my overseas journey to celebrate the New Year. I'm beat from the show last night and my ears are still ringing, so methinks this is not the time to start into it. Or course that brings up the fear; will I ever find the time to start writing again? Therein lies the battle between rest, industriousness, ambition and choices...there will be no clear winner and I'm sure I'll have to join a couple of parties to form the majority and get a mandate. *sigh* More work.