box of Jack

I am lost with what to do about my social life. All I can seem to do recently is blame myself. Cycles of self-destruction.

It seems that I like balance. When I have absolutely nothing going on in my social calendar, I am fine with it as long as their is absolutely nothing going on in work and personal responsibilities. But, when work gets busy then suddenly I have the urge to get… umm, bizz-ay. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Left to my own devices, I would sit terribly still and become a rock. Not in some sort of spiritual, new-age, metaphorical way. An actual rock. After some time, I would decide to allow moss to grow on me. It would be akin to growing a beard.

One thing I do have lying around is money. I think I can buy my way out of this. Yes, siree.