Too many things, too many things to think about right now. Some­times "no par­tic­u­lar" is the best order, I think…

There's a lit­tle black spot on the sun today
(That's my soul up there)

I'm think­ing of how much work we still have to do to get the apart­ment moved. I'm think­ing of Sat­ur­day morn­ing, and how early we'll have to get up to get every­thing done. I'm think­ing that we need to go pick out new fur­ni­ture. I'm think­ing about how I'm going to arrange my room, not to men­tion the rest of the place. I'm think­ing it's going to be a rather long weekend.

Im think­ing of the per­son I dont usu­ally write about on here. Im won­der­ing if she knows just how much I care about her, despite my not men­tion­ing her name here. I hope she under­stands why.

It's the same old thing as yes­ter­day
(That's my soul up there)

I'm think­ing about how lucky I am to have been given a sec­ond chance at work. I'm think­ing about how every­one stuck up for me; not because I asked them to, but because they wanted to and thought I deserved it. I'm think­ing I bet­ter not let them down.

I'm hop­ing my friends are hav­ing a won­der­ful time in Paris.

I'm think­ing that I can't wait to take some real vaca­tion time soon. I'm grate­ful that after months of dis­cus­sion here and there, Amy's tick­ets are finally booked. I'm look­ing for­ward to doing as lit­tle as pos­si­ble, watch­ing movies, and talking.

There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
(That's my soul up there)

I'm think­ing that I don't really regret turn­ing it down nearly as much as I thought I would. I'm think­ing that the machine moves on just as well with­out me, and I'm prob­a­bly a bit more sane for doing what I did. I'm think­ing it feels good to move on.

I'm think­ing that I can't believe I spent more than five dol­lars on a hair prod­uct. I'm think­ing I rather like try­ing some­thing (slightly) dif­fer­ent with my hair. I'm won­der­ing if any­one notices.

I'm think­ing that I'm excited to see what dragon*con is like with­out being stuck in a booth. I'm think­ing I can't wait to see every­one again. I'm really hop­ing that Jody can come back this year. I'm think­ing we haven't talked in a while. I'm think­ing that needs to be fixed.

There's a flag pole rag and the wind won't stop
(That's my soul up there)

I'm think­ing of a friend who's going through a par­tic­u­larly rough time, and what I can do to help. I'm think­ing that I need to tread as lightly as I can with­out aban­don­ing them, and only offer the help that they're will­ing to accept. I'm hop­ing they under­stand our friend­ship for what it is, and not some­thing else. I fear they think there's some­thing nefar­i­ous in my inten­tions, and I don't know how to tell them oth­er­wise. I'm hop­ing they take the help.

I'm think­ing I need to get more work done on Fotog soon, since I just found some old fotos that need to be put up. I'm think­ing that I should allow my aspi­ra­tions for the project to be as high as I want them to be. I'm think­ing I can make a pretty sweet lit­tle app if I really want to.

I'm think­ing that I want to take more risks whether small or large. I'm think­ing that pain can be good for the soul as long as it's chan­nelled cor­rectly. I'm think­ing it can be turned into some­thing pos­i­tive. I'm think­ing there's room for improve­ment, for change. I'm think­ing I can learn from my mis­takes. I'm think­ing there's so much I want to do.

I'm think­ing that this is shap­ing up to be a pretty great year.

I have stood here before in the pour­ing rain
With the world turn­ing cir­cles run­ning 'round my brain
I guess I always thought you could end this reign
But it's my des­tiny to be the king of pain