I just shot myself in the foot

It happens. 

Things

Hey. Things aren't nearly as bad as they were early this week.

Things have progressively gotten better. While things are by no means perfect, they seem to be more tolerable. Maybe it's my mindset on them. Or maybe I've gotten such a ridiculous amount of extra sleep these past few days that I'm just feeling more energetic -- despite the gloomy weather. Seriously, I feel like I'm living in Seattle. It's unnaturally cloudy these days. 

Well that's all I got to report today. I feel like this post is sounding like the emails I send my mom once a week so she can "check up" on me. Usually I'm a little more reassuring when I send her details, but that's how it goes apparently. 

November

So a nightmare woke me up early yesterday morning. You probably think that's very mundane, and you're probably assuming I'll go into detail about it -- but I won't. Here's what I'm getting at. Does your mind ever pause to register where you are and what day it is when you wake up? Mine always does. Maybe it's a normal thing that everyone goes through. In fact, maybe it's so habitual that we don't notice it as much. Anyways, I've been getting in a nasty trend of waking up and instantly knowing where I am and quickly remembering what happened the previous day. That's the thing I hate -- especially when the previous day was moderately crappy. Most of the past week has been moderately crappy. It's very cold outside. I'm feeling socially inapt. I'm constantly reminded of my personal faults. The foundation of a potential relationship is crumpling under me. And all the while, my walk with Christ seems to be at a stand-still. Welcome to November.

Well, I'm trying to be optimistic. No one seriously wants to read about other people's problems. Maybe you do, and that's fine -- but I feel like my recent voice on here has been...well, emo. How did that happen?!

Anyways, what I'm getting at is this: the world I was waking up to seemed worse than the nightmare that caused me to wake up in the first place. Whoa, hold on -- don't think too hard upon that. That's not a cryptic metaphor or some song lyric. It might even sound unoriginal, however it's very true for me. In other words, Sunday wasn't a good day for me. I won't go into detail. It's nothing bad -- just things I wish I had more control over but don't. Ah, what can you do?

I wonder...

What's going to be in all the sidebar ads on the internet now that Obama finally bought the election?

Just thinking out loud. I'm positive he will be a great president. But this election season was proof that we live in a media-driven world.