Where has the year gone? I find myself asking that more and more often these days. Why, as we age, does the perception of time speed up. Where does the excess go? Is it all too much fodder for the langoliers in the end?

Meh...

I again feel stuck. I wanted to be free of my job, but the last year has seen the economy live up to the expectations of so many doomsday predictions. It has tanked, and unemployment has soared. Yet oddly enough "Black Friday" seems to, by most accounts, have been a success.

Anyhow I'm in a nice catch 22. I'm in the market for a car. Times are good to buy a car, they say. If you have great credit, the car market is your oyster. Slashed prices, minuscule percentage rates... I have fair credit... so I don't qualify for those great percentage rates. Hell GM won't even finance me because of my credit rating... but whatever that doesn't worry me.

What really worries me is the fact of do I want a car or not. I do because, I've never owned my own car before, or anything as big as a car so it would be great just looking at it and knowing its mine. I could go into the reason behind why I have never owned a car before, but I'm not really proud of that... and its a long story anyhow, so I'll spare my pride and you your time.

I'm a nice guy like that.

Now the reasons why i don't want to get a car. Pretty straight forward this one. I don't plan on being at my job much longer. As many of you who have followed this blog know; I'm not really happy with my job anymore. It's not a glamorous job. In fact I don't like admitting to it. In fact I'm rather ashamed of it when people ask me about it. Anyhow point is do I want to saddle myself with a large purchase when I'm looking to leave my job?

Bleh I guess the tanking economy has made this whole thing moot. Why give up a job when there is no guarantee of one to take its place...

In a way the whole situation pisses me off.

Just chalk it up to more bad choices I guess.

I wanted to be more than I am. The time for that however, has come and gone in the blinking of an eye. So here I sit stuck in first gear, trying to find second as everything passes me by.

meh...

Steve