I don't even know what to say here. Life is moving again, although I may continue to drag my feet while I can ( Read more... )

I remember the way books described it. They always seemed so overdone. Who would believe that the cold would stop the breath in your lungs. As the water closed in around my chest, I could not feel the slow, steady motion of breathing. It always accompanied me, but the air simply would not enter now ( Read more... )

Breaking the streak ( Read more... )

Next summer I'm going to Australia. I need to get out of the country. In some sense I need to get away from what I've been asking for. I've been giving in to easily. In another sense, life is too easy here. I don't have any new choices, just the same old difficulties, and the same old choices I always make because I believe in them. Funny ( Read more... )

So world, I guess I'm only getting up here monthly. April has also been a good month. Largely overshadowed by the greatness of March, but I'm still riding the high so it's all good. Sometimes I feel that words as text shouldn't have to obey the laws of grammatical correctness or even spoken conventions. Of course, that would probably be ( Read more... )

March totally made up for a crappy February. Except for at work, but this is a positive post. For starters no one died. My parents didn't flip out at me about how messy my room was and how it interfered with their plans to move. I may finally have the RAM for my computer (don't quote me on that yet). I've been to Chicago. People haven't been ( Read more... )

For anyone in Minneapolis area anytime soon, you should go see Third. It's playing at the Guthrie. I made the rush tonight and found a decent ticket ( Read more... )

So you've had everyone else's perspective; now it's time for mine. I'll try to vary the format a touch ( Read more... )

So thanks to a_short_detour I've got some work to do ( Read more... )

Robert Frost says, "Spring is the mischief in me," and I say, "Spring is the misery in me." Seasonal affect always seems to hit me right about now, at least I like to call it that. My parents need to learn more effective forms of communication than the sucker punch. Like the email today, most of the news about them trying to sell our house goes ( Read more... )