Just another day in the capital, devoid of much of thought or feeling. I’ve confirmed my internship with Sirius XM, which will be putting me into the wide world of radio broadcasting, but this is all I have to say. The world of journalism, I am fast discovering, is not the world for me. There’s a hassle in finding stories and a limit in the very style of writing them that simply does not do for me any of the things I would like done. Mayhaps I will drop out and follow my passions, which are writing and reading and not much beyond. Or disappear into the wilds of New England and become an Appalachian Mountain hick, only descending from the mountains long enough to send out packages of scribbled notes to Mr. Rainwater so that the story might always continue. If I am to accomplish this I must act quickly, lest the time be all but squandered!

That, or I can just tough out school for the next year and a half and then really pick up where I want to. Twenty-one only seems like a ripe old age until one starts reading the biographies of everyone one ever looked up to. Most of the men I consider great didn’t begin their careers in earnest until their late 20’s, and even then they were met with little critical acceptance. Ugh. But enough of my ramblings; my muse is dry this day and only what will now come from me is dust and coughs. Let us forget this all and maybe be better tomorrow for it.