I finished my last graduate level math class over four months ago. I should be enjoying my evenings watching TV and playing games, and for the most part I do. However, I still feel lost. Apparently, enjoying my time is a luxury I feel I shouldn't have.

Even before I finished my Master's degree, I was always working on a web site to keep me busy and continued with that for many years. Even now, I update my own web site with movie reviews. I don't really know why. Perhaps I need to feel like I have some self worth. Perhaps I feel the need to continue because I've been doing it for so long, just to keep myself busy. Is it time to give up what I've been doing for so long (over 7 years)? I just don't know.

Maybe I'm just burned out. Writing a review seems more and more like a chore that takes a couple days to put together for 50 people (if that) to read. Am I doing this for myself or for other people? If I'm doing it for myself, what do I expect to accomplish? If my main goal is recognition and it hasn't come by now, will it ever? Do I keep toiling away for something that may never happen?

To make things tougher, the summer movie season is right around the corner. There are a ton of movies I want to see and share my thoughts on. At the same time, that is a lot of hours to spend to write all of those reviews. I'm not sure I have the energy to review a movie a week for 10 weeks.

The vacation to Disney World in a couple of weeks will be welcome and may very well be what I need to recharge the batteries. At the same time, it may be the beginning of the end. Only time will tell.

Last week was just a little bit different. On Tuesday, we got a call from the apartment office letting us know that on Thursday they were resealing the tub. Apparently, the ceiling of the apartment downstairs was starting to collapse because of a minute crack in the tub that had been there for five and a half years. Because of the fumes from the sealant (which the office manager erroneously claimed were toxic) we were forced out of our apartment for a few days. It was quite different to live in another apartment with a mirrored layout compared to our abode. It was like we had slipped into an alternate dimension. Luckily we had cable and a bed to sleep in, but the lifeline had been cut - there was no Internet access. This wasn't terrible as I had plenty of other things to keep me occupied, but it did prevent me from posting my next review. The review of How to Train Your Dragon was superseded by the review for Clash of the Titans since the latter was a disaster of a movie. How to Train Your Dragon is quite the opposite adventure. There is a reason it has made over 150 million dollars and is still in the top three after four weekends.

When I sat down at the end of last week to organize my priorities for this week, I fully intended to write a movie review. I had just seen How to Train Your Dragon and was eager to tell the world about it. On Saturday, I saw Clash of the Titans and immediately felt the need to shift priorities and get out a review for it as soon as possible. I'd love to say that my eagerness was fueled by the desire to tell everyone that it was as good as Avatar. Unfortunately, Clash of the Titans is much the opposite, and this review serves as a warning.

My mom told me if I can't say something nice, I shouldn't say anything at all. So, mom, don't read the review for Clash of the Titans because there's nothing nice about it.