I have been holding off on complaining about work lately. I keep relatively busy and time passes quickly. Some days are bad and some days are not so bad. Overall, I really can't complain too much. I know that there are too many people who are not as "lucky" as I am, so somehow I keep things in perspective. Perhaps I am just too addicted to excitement.

That is my new theory. Young people think that life is supposed to be more exciting than it really is. No longer is a book or a yo-yo enough entertainment for the sophisticated young-un. Today we have to have parties and wacky discos with flashing lights. It is all a ploy to escape the boredom and pathetic nature that is truly life itself.

Oops, I wasn't supposed to complain. After all, it is my birthday. No drinking and partying and excitement tonight. I rented a really bad movie and sat around with the roommates to pass the time. This is the birthday that I prefer. I got a couple phone calls and emails from old friends and that was enough to make me happy.

Work life is getting better. I had a really good week in Texas recently. I learned a lot about this real estate client, and I was able to do some of my first real audit work. It was a pretty fun week. We have a really good team of nice people to pass the time with. There too, we resorted to eating out and going to bars to entertain ourselves, but it actually worked. I look forward to going back in January to do some more work at that client.

And so is the unexciting update for now. I am trying to enjoy life and times without resorting to consumption and wasteful entertainment just for the sake of entertainment. All of this makes my friends think that I am insane, and leads me to think that "I'm a living joke." But somehow, life is good.