I'm so tired. So. Tired. I burned off a disk tonight with all the stuff I did with my kid in class...complete with an html interface that I made tonight--something I'm not sure I really needed to do. It took a while...and I'm not sure anyone's going to really care.

I think that's what's bothering me lately. I want more people to care. Not about me, necessarily, but about things other than themselves.

There's something disconcerting (and I do mean disconcerting) about hanging out with the "lax" crowd for so long. I've known lots of people who were messy and only half-heartedly devoted to school/work before, but there always seemed to be at least a kernel of compassion and conviction just waiting for the right words to chase it out of them. And it's usually always been more than just a kernel. I know people who get livid.

And that's just plain endearing.

I feel like I'm a long way from home. Because I'm at home around the opinionated, the feministic, and the involved. I'd much rather fail than never try.

Labels: friends., work.

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