It turns out that I am a chronic underacheiver who still blames my lack of energy on a bout I had with mono when I was eleven - I could only fool my wife for so long.

Since graduating from college I have been occupying this purgatorial space in the universe, and I am beginning to fear that it is inescapable. I used to think that being capable of many things was a blessing but now realize that it is leaving me highly ambivalent.

Of course, I am being too dramatic - I am probably just bored. Hmmm, maybe I do still have mono... Fortunately, the bright spots in my life are particularly radiant. My wife and my child are quite compelling arguments that I am, in fact, truly blessed.