The first half of today felt like the Radiohead song "Treefingers" on repeat. Numbingly, capriciously complacent. I spent the latter part of today at a year-end Ph.D/professor and spouses gathering. I tend to masquerade well as one of them, and perhaps thats because I have been built up to some level of standard that at this point I believe I am simply too weary to live up to. Its time to hit the reset button on that damn thing called ambition.

I am too comfortable. I need to get out somewhere. I'd like to go fetch a future. Perhaps the steppes of Kazakhstan and Lake Baikal. Whatever. I just want to wander around and laugh at things.