So What Do You Like To Do?

That was the question I was asked at work yesterday. And for about 15 seconds, I had this blank stare on my face.
I was thinking.
Hard.
Finally a light bulb came on.

"Uh...I play PlayStation?"

Silence.
By this time two other people joined the conversation. Great, now I had an audience. Another light bulb popped up and allowed me to try and save myself.

"But that's not all I do. I read a lot and I write on the side too."

Approving nods proved to me that I had won back the respect of the white man and his woman. We all know how important that is. But that exchange got me to thinking. I know, I know that's a dangerous thing. What do I really do? I wake up, wash my ass, go to work, come home and kick it. And if the PlayStation happens to call out to me, I indulge myself.

***SIDE BAR***
You ever hear the Richard Pryor bit about him and the crack pipe? Long story short the crack pipe would talk to Richard. "Come on Rich, it's gonna be you and me on this couch all day long."
***SIDE BAR***

But other than that, I really don't do much in this area. I think part of it revolves around the idea that I wouldn't be here long. I figured I'd do my four years at Hampton, get a good ass job and roll. Yeah about that...I'm still in the area, with an ok job and no plans to leave until February 2009. So should I plant some seeds in the area? And for the record that doesn't mean kids. I feel like I need to do something. Ideas?