I was watching The Hulk, season 2 episode 1, today and saw one of the best visual metaphors I've ever seen. There was a young boy playing in the waves with a frisbee, and he was trying to push the waves back out to sea with his little frisbee.
If there hasn't been a time I've felt like that in recent history, well I'd be surprised. Of course, I'm generally somewhat more frustrated and less enjoying the play time than the child in the surf. Some days it feels like the ocean just keeps pushing in, and I just keep pushing back. There is something important I want to keep it away from, I know that, but sometimes I don't know what.
My dreams have been changing lately, each one is somewhat stranger, more terrifying in it's own way. I... I'm not going to go into them.
I've still got a project to occupy my time, and I'm off job hunting again. I'm presently bank account free, so no monthly charges of any sort for me. Gonna enjoy netflix on the 360 while it lasts.