I’m sitting in the second floor computer room in Taylor Center out here at AUM. I’m wearing this gray, zip-up hoodie–it’s annoying as the sleeves are too short for my Frankenstein monster-like arms. The first chill of the season has arrived, and I find that I’m not exactly looking forward to the cold as I have in past years. In a little more than a week, I will turn twenty-three. I’m already an old man, physically. I ache when I experience a breeze.
It’s been about three weeks since I stopped drinking cokes. No more pop for Dave. Now that my body doesn’t shake for the caffeine and large doses of aspertame, I am feeling much better.
It’s funny, these days I’ve realized to great extent that any changes for the better that you make? They -have- to be for you. Because people will always judge you on your past, regardless of what you’ve changed. It’s sad but true.
So. The week is almost over, and the weekend holds a trip to Birmingham to work on the short again. Yep, again. Maybe we’ll finish it this week.