3:30 in the morning. I'm sitting in front of my computer desperately trying to find a way to channel some creative energies. But I've got nothing. I fear that after years of neglecting my introspective and artistic nature, it may have escaped me. In the past I would just enter a state of self-induced depression and ride the ensuing wave of angst, but 2 hours of depressing music hasn't pushed me over the edge yet.

I'm at a cross-roads in my life right now. In the last year or so, I've gotten married (happily, no less) and bought a house, but at the same time I'm still kind of stuck in my life progression. At the end of this semester, I'll have 119 credit hours, but I'm not even close to a 4-year degree. I'm at the point with the Warren where I'd like to move up or move on, but there's no opportunities available upwards, and there aren't any jobs elsewhere.

I feel like I'm done with my childhood, but I'm not in a position yet to consider fatherhood. Step 1 was buy a house, but steps 2 through 9000 (financial and emotional stability with a vision of what I want out of life) hasn't come together yet.

Fuck. I need sleep. Another wasted night with nothing to show for it.