Good morning world!

Good morning sun!

Good morning lack of creative inspiration which makes me want to make homicidal gestures towards walls and kittens and such!

Blargh.

Me 'n' Alicia are finally putting the finishing touches on our home loan, and I am ripe with the feeling of impending doom. Not so much that this is a bad purchase, as it's not. It's probably one of the most financially sound decisions Alicia has talked me in to. However, the inevitable mantle of settling down is wearing heavy on my shoulders.

In my more ambitious years, I never thought past the age of 21. That was the last great milestone in my life, and everything after 21 wasn't even worth a second thought. There was something about lowered car insurance at 25, but who owns a car?

Me... I own a car. I own a credit card. I own various amounts of accumulated debt... I own a house.

And with each new addition to the grand pile of accumulated responsibilities, I feel less and less inspired. More and more insipid. Less and less myself.

I guess I never really saw a future for myself where I'd be spending my free time mowing lawns and organizing finances. I've never worried or given a thought about consequence regarding anything before, and now I lay in bed at night obsessing that I've developed high blood pressure.

With the loss of youthful innocence, I don't believe I have gained anything worthwhile. I feel that I've simply become another muddled citizen kept quiet by the daily struggle to resist resistance in an attempt to maintain a carefully manicured lifestyle. Another soulless drone whose mind has become atrophied from the national deficit of free will.

There's no art for me in the everyday. There's no captured spirit in the mundane. I'm bored and average, and I hate it.

*Sigh* Phew! There! I feel better all ready.