I feel so much pressure to finish all my stories that I've started, like the cute goatee guy, the work environment going to hell, bus rides, and what not. Though I don't know from whom this pressure comes from; It's not like I can tell anyone else is reading my blog. This is unrelated: I hate the way "blog" sounds ... it's such a hard 'g' and forms an unattractive sounding word...blog, blog blog! Like a cyber Dracula; instead of blah, it's blog.

But this blog is becoming more of an obligation than anything. That's just pressure from me. I have so much to type and so little time. As long as I can document some part of my thought or idea, then I can get back to it at a latter time. I think that's been successful so far.