COMPLAINTS ... AND YET NOT COMPLAINTS.

Downtown Dallas is no big deal to me anymore. I consider this both good and bad.

I'm sick of all the music I own. Absolutely disgustingly appallingly sick of it. I can barely remember the last time I bought a CD and I'm basically surviving strictly on "novelty" music like mystery soundtracks, traditional Brazilian songs, and bluegrass.

I guess my interests really do go in cycles because I'm also sick of celebrity gossip and talk radio. Disgustingly appallingly sick of it.

I'm also sick of driving. And yet not sick of driving. Admittedly, I enjoy my morning drive to work (when the traffic will actually move, unlike the rainy Friday last week when everyone was going an unnecessary 20 miles per hour). I like finding something interesting to listen to, drinking something hot, and eating a snack on the way to work. It relaxes me and yet wakes me up at the same time. The scenery is markedly nicer than when I drove to Mesquite, too (I guess that's probably an obvious statement).

I think I'm going to become a copyrighter. It's probably one of the very few things I was literally born to do. Working with people on their websites, company profiles, and just the general handling of written communication has been a real test of my patience in the past few weeks. It's stunning how little people appreciate or understand the proper use of the English language. They also have no idea how their grasp of the language affects their customers who read their websites or restaurant menus or whatever. Just like I won't buy a first-time product if the packaging is ugly, I lose respect for a business if they can't properly construct sentences or paragraphs. So fixing these problems for people should be how I make my first million.

Don't start MLA-ing my journal entries now that I've said that. Not that I think MLA is an intelligent way of judging English skills, but you know.

I'm long to go to Russia again this year. I don't know when or how or why yet, but I'm determined to get there. I'm excited already. Somehow I miss being there and it's strange to think it's been almost a year since my original trip. So many things have changed and yet not changed.