I am

I am the following things.

I am tired, yet restless.

I am working in exactly 9 hours from when I started typing this sentence.

I am eating too much, and cycling too little.

I am someone who buys a pound of bacon, eats half of it, and forgets the rest in the back of the fridge, only to buy another pound of bacon and repeat this process.

I am going to do laundry tomorrow if it kills me.

I am going to Boston in a few days, and I don't know what I'm going to do with myself once I'm there.

I am not looking for another job, but should be looking for another car and apartment.

I am the guy who sat behind you in grade 11 math class, who you didn't notice, but remembers when you got your hair cut before prom.

I am still trying to make that last sentence into a decent poem. It's been almost 6 years now.

I am not going to buy an XBox 360, despite my friends' best efforts.

I am more comfortable in dress shirts and sweaters than I am in t-shirts.

I am Sizzlak, Kalzzis, Minnietaur, and others.

I am dealing with a sense of dread and regret whenever I drink too much.

I am anxious to return to Europe in the near future.

I am destined to be a footnote to those around me.

I am jealous that my sister is in Egypt, and that I'm stuck here holding down a steady job.

I am unable to bend my right wrist as far back as my left one since I used to to break my fall over a month ago.

I am able to go an entire day without speaking aloud to anyone.

I am 31 years old, but I live like a 21 year old, and the worries of a 51 year old.

I am eternally grateful for my friends. All of them. Even the ones that I don't see, or hear from on a regular basis, or who live in different cities, coasts, countries, or continents.

I am somehow getting worse at hockey than I was earlier in the season.

I am extremely particular about the clothes I wear, especially sweaters: no fitted cuffs, no fitted bottoms, no V-necks, no wide/scoop necks, no patterns aside from stripes.

I am saddened that I left my education behind me.

I am wishing I went to the drug store this afternoon.

I am unable to drive a standard, change a tire, or fix my damn windshield wipers.

I am dusty and rusty, and living in a state of suspended animation in my apartment.

I am going to try to post on this blog more often.

I am -- no, really, I am!

I am uneasy at saying "No" to people, situations, or opinions.

I am amazed at how Owen looks like a generic Gillespie -- or will, as soon as his hair comes in fully.

I am queasy when I finish a sentence with a preposition.

I am more cultured than most people would know.

I am often embarassed about my behaviour.

I am going to sleep now, because I want to wake up early, eat pastries, and get to work on time.