What the hell does relax mean?

I've decided to resign as the Snowrider Coordinator for Surfrider. I haven't been able to give it the attention or support that it needed. Plus, I've been the only one dragging it along like a stubborn puppy for the past two years. It's been too long and it's too much work for one person to do alone anymore. I had a long, cranky/tired-induced conversation with my mom last night that sort of clarified why I've been tired/cranky for the better part of the last year. My problem, as anyone who knows me can attest, is that I lack the ability to say no. I'm aware of this, if somewhat in denial, and finally to the point where I realize that I need to do something about it, rather than vaguely acknowledge that there might be an issue.

Part of this was helped by the fact that I went out with a large, large group of my friends from college last night and had the somewhat frightening realization that I hadn't seen several of them in something like 2 years. I'm so busy these days, both good and bad, that I don't have time to talk to people I want to talk to.

I also don't have time to relax, which is taking a much bigger toll on me than I am willing to admit. Sometimes taking the entire afternoon to read a book or watch the entire first season of "Family Guy" isn't so much a waste of time.

Quote of the Day: "do what i say and i'll make you okay and drive them away/the images stuck in your head/people you've been before that you don't want around anymore/that push and shove and won't bend to your will/i'll keep them still." Between the Bars, Elliott Smith