Sara and I are leaving for Cancun in about 4 hours. I just want to say that I'm really excited, but of course I'm gonna miss my girls. I know it's pathetic, but I've never gone more than like... 3 days without seeing them. I feel totally weird about it right now for some reason. Poop. I'll be back soon. Bye bye love.

It's unbelievable how fast time goes these days. I've already been working at Interlake for over a year. I remember when I was just starting there and I thought to myself, "You'll only be here for a few months, then you'll find something else... something better." Of course, I haven't really looked all that much for something better, cuz I don't think there's anything out there in the way of 40 hr/wk jobs that I'd be happy doing. Sure, I could probably find a better job than the one I have now - something that pays better, something that I don't dislike so much. But why should I shoot for something that I know won't make me happy? I mean, that's not to say that I'm unhappy right now. On the contrary, my life is better than it's ever been. I have Kate and Mia, who can erase every stupid minute at Interlake with no more than a smile. I have the best friends anyone could ask for, a loving family... but the truth is, I could be spending 40 hours a week doing so much more than answering phones and staring at a God damned computer screen all day. What I'm saying is I need to really make an effort to play music for a living. I mean - really give it a good shot. As much as I love playing guitar and writing songs, I've never played a gig. Ever. I've hardly even recorded anything - and I've spent more hours than I can count sitting in my basement, thinking about how great it would be to play a song I wrote for people. Somehow I have this confidence that I could actually do it, but how am I going to feel in 5 or 10 years when I'm still at Interlake, still pretending to be a musician? I can't even explain why I've wasted so much time already, but it's not too late. I was talking to my uncle recently, and he asked about how my job was going. I said, "Eh, it's a job." It's always pretty obvious that I'm not very happy there. His response went something like, "Just stick with it. Before you know it, you'll be 60 years old and it'll be time to retire." Is that really how people think? They just wake up every morning for 40 years, go to work, and just wait for their lives to drift away? Fuck that. I don't want to have to look back at my life when I'm 60 and say, "Well, those 40 years went a lot quicker than I thought they would. That wasn't so bad." I need to wake up before it's too late. I need to at least give music a shot so I won't always wonder what I could've done. How hard can it possibly be? Not harder than working at Interlake for 40 years, that's for sure.