I find it sort of funny that when lots of things are going on, I tend to have very little to say. Not because I'm busy, either. I was having a conversation with my roommate the other night, and I was back on my mantra of always trying to make sense of situations before passing judgement. This on the tail of a new friend's comment that I don't shock easily. And I don't. For whatever reason, I absorb and process new information, rather than just react to it. Which makes me look really, really stoic and unemotional sometimes (which I've riffed about in the past), but that's because on the surface, words, actions and events don't seem to affect me.

While I kind of like the fact that I don't make snap judgements or rash decisions, this can occasionally come back to bite me in the ass. Particularly in relationships. And after a really good job interview last week, I spoke with one of the interviewers, and he asked me what I thought of our discussions. I waffled, because I wasn't sure yet, and that may ultimately be a strike against me, but I was still in that processing phase.

There's a great passage in a book I've got on complexity theory about this sort of thing, about understanding "systems" to the extent where you can affect them greatly by knowing exactly where the pressure points. I'd quote it, but I lent the book to someone who doesn't seem to want to return my phone calls.

All of this is just a roundabout way of saying that I've got nothin' today, or maybe even this week. Too many things swirling right now for me to make sense of yet. But I was a real slacker for possibly the first time since achieving unemployment yesterday, in that I was drinking in the middle of the afternoon. It was bound to happen sooner or later.