Excessive

I feel like I've been censoring myself, and not just a little bit, but holding back most of what's going on inside of me. I do write personal things in a book, but that's different. I used to write everything on this website, but lately I've been very aware of exactly who is reading it, and who is not, and I'm not sure exactly what it is, but it shapes what I talk about, or the things I mention.

I didn't go outside today, nor did I do anything super productive, nor did I make much progress in any games, or watch any movies or much tv... what did I do then, you ask? That's an interesting question, and I'm sure it's going to make for one of the most boring, poorly written entries in this website's history.

I lived today from a list, and it was wonderful. What do I mean? I mean essentially I woke up, made a list of things to do, and just went through doing each thing all day. I've written about it many times, in many different ways, but it boils down to the fact that having a structured to-do list helps me with my mood, my energy and my just overall well being.

I did feel like writing at some point - at one point - that's actually why I came out here, to the livingroom. I sat down with the tv off, with the intention of simply listening to the morning stream and writing, but I got sidetracked. I got sidetracked by a bowl of popcorn, the movie The Town and my mind, thoughts moving faster than I can translate into words.