What happened?

I've lost track of my creativity. I've not done much to contribute to this diary of writing. I suppose that the majority of my writing was driven by alcohol-induced fugue states, depression, or some mental condition in between.

Now, now I have other things on my mind. If I'm not doing some kind of work, thinking about some kind of work, or planning to do some kind of work then I'm just plain busy. It's not the good kind of busy it's just busy for busy's sake. I get involved in gaming just to fill time and to get my mind into that set that occurs when you're obsessive and absorbed. That's what I do. On the weekend I go on date. I spend my money on those dates. In fact what I'm doing is trying to do things right: paying for everything, opening the doors, and being polite. I'm unsure what that really means or if it's important. I suppose it makes an impact. My date treats me quite well. She's a bit older than me, but that's nothing to really remark about. She's pretty, enough said.

So, now that I'm not so interested in getting blitzed off my ass and awaking still drunk to scribble my thoughts I'm not scribbling my thoughts. Could this writing have been merely a transient condition of one's mental abnormality whether chemically induced or over-reflection?

Change is good. I'll maintain my reflection as needed here. I do have a concern not to skip a month. I almost did that. It's been over a month here. That aside. I'll focus on change and try to document it here.