Nowhere.

I feel like I am constantly playing catch up with my thoughts. They just swim around in my head and it's hard for me to catch them, tame them, understand them, and then deal with them.

Saturday night I let some of them out, but it was still hard to get all of them figured out. I mean, I didn't expect to or anything. Yet, it was nice. I finally make semi use of my digital camera. Lighting was pretty bad, so pictures didn't come out great. No one will ever see them unless they grab the camera and look through there probably. I thought about posting pictures, but probably won't.

How big of a role does language play in communication? I find myself being able to pick up and understand people at work pretty well. But I know that I cannot fully communicate with a lot of them. I mean, it's not a huge deal. It just means more emphasis needs to be placed on working those lines of communication. The hard part is having them understand what I'm trying to tell them. I already have a funny usage of the English language. That just compounds the problem sometimes.

I watched the last three fourths of Moulin Rouge earlier tonight. I really like that movie. Maybe somewhere down inside I am a hopeless romantic. I ended up at Fillmore again Saturday night. Sitting outside this cafe talking more about love and falling in love.

As painful as falling out of love was, I still want to fall in love.