LJ: Ever feel like you're in two places at once?

That's how I'm feeling right now - as it relates to journal writing, anyway. See, I've been keeping a journal for eleven years now, and I've written (I'm guesstimating) about 800,000 words since February 1990. They're all spread out over seven well-used books of varying shapes and thicknesses. But I've run into a weird roadblock of late. I really want to get back to a journal, but the getting there is hard.
For the past few years, for a couple of reasons, my regular writing habit dwindled to an every-so-often habit. Then it just faded away entirely. I would go months without even wanting to write. I'm over that now, but now the problem is finding the time to write. I have two jobs now - one full time thing that I love and is related to my undergrad major (how many theater majors can say that?), and this ongoing gig I have with Cherry Red Productions in DC as their Stage Manager. I have a lot I want to write about, but I'm never home to write about it.
That's another thing... I used to write whenever and wherever I could, because I always had my journal with me. I can't do that anymore. I used to love the physical act of writing. But my handwriting has become so illegible in the past few years, that when I wrote an entry, then went back later to read it, I couldn't make some of it out. So I started typing them in Word.
Then Dann introduced me to the wonder that is this place (Calloo Callay), and I started out with every intention of making this the new, shiny, 21st century place where I kept my thoughts organized.
But I just don't have the time, dammit.
And the thing is, I really want to have some meaningful record of nights like tonight. I had an excellent time tonight. We had an awesome show with a packed house, then about half the cast, the Director, the hot AD, and the sound designer and I went up to El Tamarindo on 18th and Florida for dinner after the show. And I really felt like I was a part of the group for the first time. I'm getting more shy in my old age, I guess, and it's always been hard for me to insinuate myself into conversations with people I don't really know anyway, so getting to this point, where I feel comfortable with people, is taking longer than it used to.
Establishing any sort of social group here has taken far longer than I expected it would. Now, I don't pretend to believe that I'll become buddybuddy with many of the folks involved with Poona, but I think tonight was a good start down that road.
It's just odd... I'm still adjusting to this bizarro reality in which I'm couching my chances of finding social opportunities based on my professional life. That very notion used to be anathema to me. Then again, I never expected to be paid for stuff I loved to do, either.
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I got a little scattered while writing that. I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm just tired. Or out of practice. Or both. Whatever. Anyway, back to the topic at hand... sort of the meta-journal thing I've got going with this entry.
I've been typing in entries in Word for the past year or so, and getting fairly good at marking the high-water levels in my life as they happened. But the really cool part about my older journals was that I was devoted to capturing what my whole life was about. I talked about everything that happened day to day in great detail. I don't have that anymore, and haven't for a while. I'm committed to the notion of getting back to that detail, and I'm trying to do it in the offline journal, and occassionally I think about using this place as a secondary catch all to supplement it. But I keep running into this problem. The details are really kind of... well, pedestrian. Details like this: While I was driving to the theater tonight, I caught the tail end of the oral arguments in the Supreme Court for admitting women into VMI, a program that was on CSPAN radio. Or, I had a hard time finding the place were I could buy the two-sided tape Tony and Josh need for their fake facial hair. Or, that I was late getting to the theater because of that. Or, that I expected pandemonium when I arrived because I wasn't there to direct the setup as I've been doing since tech week. Or, that I was very pleasantly surprised to find that, since we've established a rhythm in the three weeks we've been doing this thing full-out, things were at the point they would have been at had I been there the entire time. Or, that I'm still trying to figure out if I have a shot in hell of not getting soundly rejected if I asked [the AD] out for coffee or something.
You know, the small stuff.
Maybe I'm just being to philosophical about this whole journal thing, and I should just shut up and start to write.