The time of the day that I write on my site is a bad time, really. Usually I am busy at work in the mornings so I kind of have to crank out one of these posts, though sometimes it's easy going and I can put some effort into one. For the most part, however, I write this stuff out in the span of 20 minutes, publish it, and move on. Lately I've been disappointed with this regimen, believing that it doesn't give me time to properly suss out something good to write. I'm right, and I'm also wrong.

I just lack inspiration for the most part. I started this site so I could talk personal stories about songs that relate to me, but it seems like I exhausted most of those within the first 200 days of songs. Now I'm just cataloging and reviewing all the good stuff I listen to, which isn't a big deal or a bad thing, but I wish there was more here. I wish I still felt like I had something interesting to say. The drama and excitement has been bled from my life, and now all I am is a stoner unicyclist who never does anything, and now that LOST is over I don't know what I am supposed to do with my life. Was my purpose on this Earth to do something other than watch LOST? Is it true that when the Losties found each other, we, the fans, ourselves, became lost?

Oh, what have I become?

This, too, shall pass, I'm sure.