Grueling Pace

I have a lot of work to do. I'm not particularly keen on getting it done, but I have lots to do. If I were to be productive for an entire day, I think I would probably be able to get it all done, but I'm never productive for an entire day, much less an entire hour. What I need to do is sit down and do some work. But I'll write this post first.

A bunch of my friends have been playing Oregon Trail recently. The original Oregon Trail. Super old school. I don't really understand why they like Oregon Trail so much. I played in elementary school, but it was one of the newer versions that had proper animations and graphics and stuff like that. I think that some of their attraction to Oregon Train is the nostalgia for their childhoods.

I loved being a kid. There's pretty much no responsibility, and you just chill all the time. I worked at a summer camp this summer with a bunch of 6-12 year olds, and it was so much fun, and I'm not even a kid anymore. We just played games all day, and had popsicle breaks and went swimming and stuff. It was awesome. However, there are some things that I just don't understand about kids. Like why they find it so amusing to put beads on a string or glue sticks together. I think it's fun too, but it loses its novelty after a little while, unless you get super into it. But then it's kind of weird, because you're old and hanging out with a bunch of little kids and you're all super excited about some nonsense.

I'm going to get back to work. More later.