Roughly 57 hours until Ken runs on stage and screams:

Let's go Boston!!!

An Appalachia entry is long overdue. I hope to rectify that soon.

By far the crowning week of my life.

And this week doesn't look to be a let down, either.

Peace and good karma.

Music is pulsing through my wall. Vibrations ring out as some manner of debauchery comes to fruition in the next room over ( Read more... )

No matter how much I might try to avoid it, my ritualistic morning activities usually include at least one (albeit often cursory) glimpse in my mirror ( Read more... )

Today, I love life.

My philosophy teacher today raised the issue of a lack of desire to read in our culture. He asked for a show of hands from people who read a great deal of fiction ( Read more... )

The black and white visages of Jack and Neal are peering down at me from their assigned spot on my wall in an accusatory manner ( Read more... )

There's this one moment, this one daily ritual that I wish I could expand to encompass my entire life. All the good, all the bad, all the despair would be gone. Not gone, but united by an overarching sentiment ( Read more... )

I haven't posted lately, mostly because I'm not the wreck that I was a couple months ago.

No angst. My uncle is ok. Not better, but not worse. My plan of doing everything possible to forget about the family situation is going remarkably well so far. Progress towards the Dark Tower is going steadily. Not my usual rapid reading pace, but I've had a ( Read more... )

At this moment, my vote would go to Lieberman.

My current family situation is like a bad day-time soap opera, and I feel like the middle-aged house-wife that sits on her fat ass, incapable of having an impact on the events around her ( Read more... )