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Halloween
Liam's first Halloween went well, we think. His costume and the whole "Trick-or-treat" concept left him nonplussed.
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Unrest
Everything is in a state of unrest. I feel a cold tickling the back of my throat. Just a tickle, but ominous. I sleep at night, but my days feel as though I have stayed awake. My eyes look tired. My body is rundown. The move weighs on my mind. I know that I can do it, but it continues to weigh on my mind despite my self-reassurances. My ( Read more... ) -
Cold House
Sipping cold coffee, it occurs to me that the AC needs to be turned off. The day is gray. With the temperature, artificially induced, one can almost imagine that one is, for all intents and purposes, back in Oregon. Open the window and that perception is blown to smithereens. Damn the humidity. Hell, I think -- or at least my hell -- must be ( Read more... ) -
Landing in Trees
Lifted from a lift. Seemed an interesting exercise at the odd hour of 0637 on a Saturday.
24 years of memories2008
17 March. 0438. Liam Byron starts breathing oxygen. I meet a little being that I've dreamed about my whole life. His face is familiar to me in the first instant. Love finally makes sense.
2007
Two words: Fort Rucker. There was, of ( Read more... ) -
Silly Puppy
Yesterday, after I got out of the shower, Beetle (littlest puppy) decided to hop into the bathtub. Usually she isn't fond of the bathtub because it means bath time, but, then, she was kerflummoxed because she likes to do everything that I do... So in she goes, eats a piece of soap, which can't be good for her! Today she decided to get in while ( Read more... ) -
Oh so funny...
In the last several years, just remembering this commercial was enough to make me laugh. And now to remember it forever.... -
a smothering of things
Things that are swell ( Read more... ) -
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I just regaled myself with reading the archives of this journal. I liked who I was as a freshman. Funny and introspective. I think UP didn't help in my education at all. If I could take back all my hard-earned dollars, I would. -
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I have discovered something. I have discovered the reason for my writer's block. I dream vividly, now. I never, ever (except for the occasional nightmare) remembered my dreams. Now I remember vivid dreams every night. Where I used to write to outsource, now I am able to dream. Damn the dreams! So now I am praying for an end to dreaming.
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