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In which our hero plagiarizes himself. A little.
I went back to school this fall. Don't know where it's going to lead just yet. I'm thinking seriously about law school, but who knows ( Read more... ) -
Let's see how far we've come...
I have been trying-with no success, obviously-to get some words to "paper" for some time. I've been reluctant to admit how hard this has been for me, but the simple truth is I've grown weary of fighting myself for pretty much everything. The path of least resistance resists least, he said tautologically ( Read more... ) -
my mind is a safe, and if I keep it, then we all get rich...
I've been in ridiculous amounts of pain. My desk chair broke for good a couple weeks ago. Unfortunately, such breakage didn't coincide with my ability to actually afford a replacement. Sitting in a chair whose back is more of a suggestion than anything else for upwards of 16 hours a day did awful things to my own back. My next-door neighbor ( Read more... ) -
what a fucking day
It was a mess.
I survived.
Perhaps I should be more grateful for that.
But...what a fucking day. Bleargh. -
pitching myself for leads in other peoples' dreams
It's been a long productive day. And I'm tired. And I'm going to bed. But hi. -
when you're bitter, it's always a party for one
I've been trying--not very successfully, obviously--to get back here, to reboot, to make this over, to start over, begin again. Here and, well, every fucking where. My life is a cascade of ruin and potential. I'm not happy about that, but I'm not unhappy either. Things are just what they are. Imposing order on chaos takes time and strength, ( Read more... ) -
Whoomp, there it isn't...
I've been artificially quiet. It's not that I haven't had things to say, but I've been so far inside in my head that there's no way anything I could have said could have been articulated well enough for it to be worth making a post about it ( Read more... ) -
after the storm, there must be a calming...
So, after last night's post about not being able to find things to say, I found a conversational thread running through my head that comes and goes, but is always there, a niggling thought of something that needs to be put into words, if only so I can put it to rest. I constructed an entire post in my head, and knew exactly what I was going to say ( Read more... ) -
loss for words
It's weird that I keep having problems coming up with titles and things to say. Even my Facebook status is suffering: Normally, I change it about 5 times a day, and recently I've just been "meh" on the whole thing.
My whole raison d'etre to this point has been "Help, I've started talking and I can't shut up!" And now I find I really just don't ( Read more... ) -
Implications of "No"
My life spun slightly out of control for the last week, despite my best efforts to not allow it. I'm not going into detail, because the details are hardly of interest to me, but it was unpleasant and unnecessary and ended predictably. The only thing I can say is that I said "No" at the very beginning, but because certain people needed something ( Read more... )