I guess I'm going back to driving. I went to the hazmat fingerprint place today and gave the government images of my arches, loops, and whorls. I should get the approval in a month. Then it's back to finding a company that'll employ me as my previous employer has made it clear they don't want me. In some ways I'm glad.

On the writing front, basically, I'm not. I don't exactly know why but that seems to be the situation right now. There are still stories in the bin to be written, but they don't seem to be coming out right now. I'm not certain if it's a block or a result of the mood stabilizer sucking out all my creative energies. Maybe it's something else. I don't really know.

I'm reading a lot, though, good stuff, too. Hopefully it'll do some good on the writing front, but I'm not holding my breath.

Fortunately, I still haven't arrived at the future. When I was younger I looked forward to a time when I could look back on a long and mostly happy life, but I continue to look forward expecting things to get better. I suppose that's inevitable. As long as there is a future in your life, you have to keep moving along the path.