Haven't Journal'd in a while. I guess I'm just here to say I'm still alive.

Things are okay. Got my job back a couple of weeks ago. Working full time now. I guess I've pretty much signed my future away to this job. My father even told me when he dies, he's leaving it to me. Yeah. Great favor, thanks Dad. Not only do I get to do something I hate for the rest of my life, but eventually I'll own the company that's forcing me to do what I hate.

Grandfather has Swine Flu, or N1H1, or whatever we're supposed to call it. Kind of tense at my house right now. No visitors allowed. We don't think any one else in the house has it, but those're the doctor's orders. Oi.

I've attempted writing, but all I can manage lately is fragments. Stuff that doesn't really make any sense once it's out of my head.

I kind of wish I could find that one thing I'm good at. That one thing that people are supposed to find and go "That's it. I want to do that for the rest of my life."

I dunno. I'm tired. Tired in a lot of ways.