Knock Him Out The Box, Luke

I had a bunch of junk I was going to say earlier, but I have since forgotten it once again. Sometimes there are too many crazy things going on inside my noggin that I lose track of things .... like time.

I'm still trying to put the puzzle together. I think life is a puzzle that keeps getting bigger as you get older, and once you think you've got the last piece in place, the puzzle just gets bigger and all of the sudden you have more stupid pieces to put in it. And they're not the easy corner pieces either... you had those in place a long time ago. It is all the complicated ones with the weird edges that don't seem to fit anywhere. Family, education, friends, future, life ... where do they all fit and what exactly is this picture supposed to look like anyway? ... Is it going to be good enough to spray that glue stuff on so someone can frame it when it's finished?

I think I've figured out what I want to do as a profession. Figuring out how to get that far is the challenge now. Will I need to go back to school? Does it all depend on experience? Egad, where do I get this experience?!

Everything else just continues to be a blur, and will remain that way until the piece I'm working with is placed into the puzzle.

I think.