Recovered from a txt file dated May 1st, 2007

I just found this in 050107.txt on my USB drive:

So, here I am. Sitting at my desk, with The Kleptones mashterpiece 24 Hours playing in my earbuds. I'm inspired as the breakbeat transitions smoothly to Rock the Casbah. I imagine it possible for me to create this kind of music myself. The sound is rooted in DIY, and I have a computer. I have plenty of source material from actual musicians. What I don't have is the time, the attention span, and as I am slowly learning to admit, the talent. Everyday I let another possiblity slide away. I can't do it all, and like never before, I'm aware of it. I knew that when I got to college, I could never be a high school baseball player. But now my realization is of whaet I won't be when I grow up. The reality is that I won't be most things. Logically, this is plain fact, and only a fool would think otherwise. Maybe being told I could be anything growning up wasn't the best for me. Since I never wanted to be a police officer or any of those things that kids latch onto, I never imagined a life of being any one thing when I would be where I am now. I'm a web developer, a job I fell into after I was chased out of the carnival business. I never had a current generation computer of my own, and I don't have a degree in the field. I do this because it's what I have been doing and what I'm experienced in. It's hard to complain, though, since I can't exactly pinpoint what I'd rather be doing more. On some days I could say I'd rather be doing anything else. I'm suddenly sick of writing.