I've had a few people comment on the fact that I've been lax in my journal entries lately, and I've had a few people tell me they liked my journal. I've also looked at some of my old entries myself, and damn if there isn't some good stuff in there. Maybe that's what I need to be able to continue it - feedback.
I didn't before, but now I wish I had one of those journals where readers can post comments.

My legs and feet are killing me, but I'm not nervous anymore.

It's gay Pride weekend. There are things I really enjoy about it, but for some reason it also makes me nervous. I find I have to make myself go out into the crowds on Church. I could easily stay inside all weekend and barely regret it. I wonder what that means.

Thought of the day: Maybe there's more to life than sex after all.

Dave asked me if I'd given up on my blog. I haven't consciously, but I seem to keep forgetting about it these days. I'll give it a bit more time and see how I feel.
Yesterday I finally began clearing some of the boxes from my living room (they've been there since I moved). More than half the pile is gone now, which feels good. The motivation: my parents might be dropping by for a visit this week.