What is it about the tough ones that make it tougher to come back and do another entry?  Is it just that i am drained and don't feel like i have anything to say?  Perhaps the writing the entry has given me such release that i don't need to write anymore for a while?  Perhaps it is just the fact that i have been too busy. I am not sure.  As it is...

   Hi.  It has been a while. 

   What's going on in my life?  Weird things, strange things, odd things.  Well, not so much really, life is pretty normal right now except for the weird, strange and odd things.  Life and work are really quite normal.   Work is really busy and the extra 2.5 hours i am working each day due to the transit strike are quite nicely filled up with even more work.  In fact, if i had to guess i would say that with the extra time i am actually getting more done during the normal day as well as the extra time.  Go figure.  It has left me a little more tired.  I am also spending a lot of time with friends, doing things, going out, staying in and etc.  
   Here's where the weirdness comes in. I am getting a little moody.  I am not a person who really does moods.  I get them, for sure, but not many and not very strong when i get them.  These ones aren't very strong either...but it seems that when i am at home alone, i have  become to prone to stretches of listlessness and loneliness.
   Can you reasonably at this point in the tale say something like, 'but not in a bad way?'   Cause it isn't really that bad. I mean my writing has suffered in that i never seem to be in the mood to write. Not that i get that many chances but when i do, it just never seems to be there.  I mean articles and stories aside, this is the third time i have started an journal entry.  Heh, maybe this time i will even post it.   
   I don't really know where it is coming from.  I am spending lots of time with friends. I am happy when i am with them and i am happy even when i am home.  But the happiness has this tinge, this flavour of loneliness that hovers around me like a cloying fog.  It just won't go away.  I am not even sure what i am lonely for.  I just am.  When i am in the mood, i am not looking for someone else to take it away, i am not calling for or writing my friends.  Hell, for the most part i am pretty happy at the time.  Yup, happy, lonely, listless me.  

   Is it linked to that last entry?  As far as i can tell no.  By the next day after that i was interacting on a more normal plane with the family again.  I don't know why, it just seems that you have to.  You have no choice but to let things be as normal as possible with your family.  Know what i mean?  I am talking to them.  Things seem pretty normal.  But fear not, i am remembering, i am not forgetting.  I am not visiting them for a good long while. 

   Some days i wonder if maybe i am lonely because i should be out trying to find some sort of romance in my life.  That my relationship with Andrea awoke in me a need that i had long suppressed to the point of not actually needing it.  I am not sure.  I think about it some days, but i don't know if i am ready for that.  I still miss Andrea.  I read her journal pretty much every day.  While she is not part of my life anymore, she is still part of me.  Hmmmm. I guess this needs a bit more thought.  What is the time period after which you should stop being effected by the person you were with?  I dunno.  If a relationship jumped out and bit me on the arse, would i go for it?  Well, i guess that is likely enough.  
   Otherwise, i shall give it some thought. 

   Goodnight.