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It's the nyquil
Marc's sick. I'm sick. Aaralyn's recovering from being sick. Marc's on Dayquil. Or Nyquil. I'm on orange juice and vitamin boosters. I can't pronounce Aaralyn's medicine but she had a rather rough ear infection that left Marc and I sleepless for days and all I know is that whatever the doctor prescribed actually worked. I'm not really used to that ( Read more... ) -
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Everything feels so thin. I'm exhausted and should be sleeping so bear with me ( Read more... ) -
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The castle's filled with surprises and waiting parchment for searching eyes. Just like I promised, with stolen sentinels guarding over their captives in rooms alluded to by theme. And perhaps the one new will hold inside the key to your wish come true, if in many months you can decipher what it is that will open the lock for you. But you know you' ( Read more... ) -
Five Years
So I guess this makes five years. Five years. Sugar ( Read more... ) -
Most random entry ever
I've sorta been writing this in my sleep so that should give you a good idea about what kind of coherency to expect ( Read more... ) -
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Far too late.... early?
Why am I awake? I am awake because I have an almost-three-weeks-old daughter in my arms who is convinced that sleep is the bane of her tiny existence ( Read more... ) -
LA doesn't suck.
I never imagined that I would ever like LA this much. I used to the hate city. I loathed always being around so many people who never left me alone. And I couldn't stand feeling so out of place and out of home. But this time around that all changed. Everything's different ( Read more... ) -
As a Father
She's a week old, now. I can count the days she's been alive on both my hands, or both of hers, though with fingers so tiny I might need a magnifying glass.
( Sunday Morning )