It makes easy sense.

My recent, my lately, has mostly consisted of something akin to snowstatic on tv. Busy, alot of motion and noise, but not much really happening. This morning a guy at worked told me he was working on his second maters degree and considering a third. We laughed about how sick he is of his classes, how ready he is to graduate. Then he asked me what I do outside of work.
My answer came up pathetically short. I'm busy. I'm busy all the time. But what do I really do? God, nothing of any substance. I go out with friends, write constantly. I paint. I... I take care of my family when I can and try not to worry when I can't. But what is that? What does that come down to? When I go, there will be no indellable mark left behind. I want a mark.

Lets see how long this lasts.
I have trouble comitting to people, to ideas, to music, to a full night's sleep.
Let's call this a test.