huh?

I'm afraid that writing every day hasn't been working out as well as I had hoped. I had this idea that forcing myself to write was going to make it flow better and now as I'm typing this, I'm starting to think that I was right after all. I'm pushing four other sentences that I wrote just a few minutes ago with this blinking cursor, to make way for others streaming out onto the screen. I don't know if this system is working but I'll just keep typing and see what happens. I have said this many times before, and I am absolutely not unique in this, but I come up with new careers for myself every day. Yesterday it was grant writer. I always write "write" with a "gh" first, even though I know perfectly well that there is no "gh" in the word. I guess the brain sometimes short circuits in places. Today I began to think about philosophy again. I got my Intro to Logic book that I bought on Amazon.com recently, but I still haven't looked at it really. The idea of it excites me and I imagine myself doing logic exercises on the BART on my way to work in the city, but then I look over at the computer screen and start reading another interview on HuffPo. A few months ago I had just discovered that juicy website and I became quite obsessed. I suppose I was a bit late to the party, but better late than never. The obsession has died down, but I still like to guess what the headline is going to be about after reading the news for the day. I know that I want to do a concurrent JD with an MA later, but I don't know what I want the MA to be. Perhaps it could be an MBA, but that might be a little to intense for me. Non-profit management perhaps? I also thought of a business I could open. It would have three parts. A used bookstore called Dog Ear Books. They already have a couple with the same name across the U.S. but that's ok. Dog Ear Books would be on the left and it wouldn't accept any huge bestsellers, but I would make an exception for John Grisham for nostalgia's sake. He even went out of genre one time with that cheesy Christmas book that got turned into a horrible movie with Tim Allen and Jamie Curtis. So then on the right there would be a yarn store called Little Kitten Knittery. At first I thought the name was cute, but now it's starting to sound a little dumb to me. Then in the middle there would be a separate door and there we'd have a cafe with comfy couches and chairs to read or knit at, IKEA tables like this and absolutely no free wifi. After a few years we'd get a beer and wine license too. Naturally, there would be a dog (a hunting breed like a spaniel or a setter) living at Dog Ear Books and a calico cat at the Knittery. Maybe it could be Calico Knittery? I think that this is what they call a stream of consciousness except unlike Joyce, mine is not only boring and senseless, it's also mundane and absolutely unremarkable. Are you ready now for the four sentences that I have been pushing along this whole time? Here they are... I have been writing little things here and there, but I'm too embarrassed to put them on here. I'm still a little confused about why I am in the Bay Area. There are many reasons, but there isn't really a cause. I am not in school, I'm not working in my dream job, I am simply enjoying my life and meeting new people.