I am having a very hard time finding motivation to do, well, just about anything. I am halfway moved into my new place, and by halfway, I mean, I have moved half of my things, and they are currently still sitting in boxes and bags strewn about the new place. The other half are still at the old place in various stages of being packed up. I have half a mind to just leave them, but my landlord is the type of person that would sue me if I left anything behind; he is that nice of a guy.

Anyway, I am just wanting to lay in bed and sleep. This isn’t good. I haven’t even gotten my cable transfered, so am pretty much isolated in my bedroom with the laptop. Why do I do this to myself?

Does anyone else feel like the world, this life, isn’t meant to be lived alone? Things don’t seem to have as much meaning when I do them by myself, with no one else to wittness, or experience them with me. But how do I find him? I talked to a really nice, cute guy yesterday at a St. Paddy’s Day party, but it didn’t go anywhere, probably because of my doing; don’t know though. He was only about 23, so that would have been weird too. I am so bad at the dating scene!

People say that I should be enjoying being single. I’m not, and can anyone really, truly say that they enjoy being single? I don’t buy it. Or maybe it is me. Maybe I am just wired so that I want/need to have another half in my existence. I don’t know though.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Nothing Earth-shattering there, but had to get at least a bit of writing in, even if it is only pointless, rambling nothing.