So, after going four weeks in January working at least three days each week, I only worked one day last week. In my spare time... I mostly laid around, watching stuff or playing Super Paper Mario. On Friday, I played that game from 10:30 AM until almost 8 PM. Beat it, though, so I don't have to play it anymore... even though it's fun. Time to move on to other games, like Metal Gear Solid or that RPG I borrowed from Mike several months back. Or...

Now, I can focus on my writing... which I actually spent a significant amount of time on two days this week (two or three hours each day.) Although I think it only produced like 3 pages. But I finished the chapter I was on for a month (better than the prior chapter, which I spent like 3 or 4 months on...) This is how it's working; I write a page or two a week. I have ideas, but the motivation isn't there. The same goes for my drawings and my comics; it's kinda like I'm forcing myself to do it, so it's almost become like a chore or an assignment, and that can't be a good mindset for something that's supposed to be driven by creativity and fun. And it's not like it's a job either, so I don't get it. I just get restless, like there's something I should be doing, or else I will explode. I just don't know what it is. Maybe...

I should look for some kind of job that isn't on call. But most available jobs, I would be unwilling to do after a few months of it. Like anything to do with helping customers. I just don't like people when I'm doing some kind of service job. It's like they're looking down on me, even though I'm doing them a service. "You're less important than me because you are working this job that I make use of nearly every day, and likely take for granted." I realize a lot of people look down on janitors too, but at least I don't have to deal with them while I'm doing it. And those other customer related jobs just stress me out too, because I'm on someone else's schedule, not my own, so I feel like I need to hurry and do everything at once, even if that's not the case. I like working in the school district, anyway; everyone is generally friendly and patient, and I don't mind if kids are obnoxious to me, because they're just kids and don't know better yet, nor has the world jaded them yet. I like kids.

So here's a subject that came up earlier today between Tim, Valentine and I on the show "Lost." This is a continuation of my thoughts, specifically for Valentine: I still think it's an interesting, fun, and intriguing show. I still feel attached to the characters, and feel for them during the emotional scenes. I just think the whole blinking between different time periods thing is hard to swallow, as is "the center of the island is a huge energy source, and there's some kind of steering wheel in the middle that, when pushed, can cause that energy to move the island somewhere else and send the person moving it off the island." I could buy the monster as being supernatural, and I could suspend my disbelief at people surviving a plane crash like that (even though I've heard it's impossible; I liked the theory of them being Purgatory/Hell, personally) and I could even buy the hatch thing as some odd phenomenon. But now...

Ben can CONTROL the monster, somehow? How? (Which brings back a question I was willing to suspend my disbelief for; what is the monster, anyway?) And people's brains can be sent through time? What? How does that work? (Apparently the guy from Saving Private Ryan spent several years of his life studying this phenomenon, though... And it has side effects that can kill, apparently.) And people are apparently blinking through time as a side effect of the island-a large land mass-moving. Why? And how did the island move? And what possible reason could there be for the people who left the island having to come back? It just feels like it should've ended somewhere between the end of Season 3 and Season 4, probably, the writers are just trying to stretch things out now, and it's getting further and further away from them and out of control. They're also trying to sell too much of the stuff I took as being supernatural as being scientific and nature, and I just can't buy that. Anyhoo...

Wuv, Yer Mom