(Killing) Time

Passing days.
Productively.
Generating alternative sources of income.
I'm becoming my dad.
Work ethic and all.

Drinking even less frequently than before. Other than seeing the fights or an errant night with my friends, I don't drink anymore. I'm so busy being up early, work, more work, hitting the gym, that when I have an errant night free, I just want to get *&^% and relax and read one of the 4 books I don't have time to finish.

Looking forward to the new year.
It figures that now that I've changed, my surroundings will change.
IN the past, I beat the same beaten path, wishing for a new backdrop, hoping a change of environment might change me. The Tiger wanted a different jungle, for a different jungle might change the stripes.

I don't dream much anymore (that I can recall).
The only time I remember dreams anymore is the occasional night where I get drunk a night or two a month.
Then she comes back from deep inside, like the train during Inception.
She comes back more vividly and in HD detail along with all the feelings.

At any rate, the days are just packed.

And this time next year, I'll be far away no matter what the cost to my personal life here.