I've been very restless lately (as in the last 4 months). I can't seem to stand time alone. Never a good sign. So consequentially, I've been going out 5-6 nights a week. I haven't (as a general rule) been getting totally wrecked, but staying up takes its own toll when you have to work in the morning. I haven't gotten anything productive done outside of work in months. My mini-garden was a failed experiment. That big pile of books that were supposed to go on eBay for the last year are still sitting there. I guess I did start doing a DJ night with Sue but that's kinda the same as just hanging out except that I get free drinks and stand at a table playing records. This sounds more mopey than I am. I'm just frustrated by my lack of interest in, well, just about anything. I don't wanna be like that. I'm decently content but that's not the same as being fulfilled.