It's the eve of Election Day and I'm safely ensconced in my room, hiding from David's tired but still pointy comments on how Democrats are ruining this country. I could give him the benefit of the doubt and advise myself that he is only saying his opinion, an echo of an echo of what he's watching on Fox News as we speak. But he keeps looking at me ( Read more... )

Just sitting here on a Saturday night, having made merry with friends and now sitting in my room in my underwear deciding whether such activities were worth it ( Read more... )

I'm reminded quite often that the world is a small place and that events and things spin around each other in an ever complex but still binding web of connection. Or something blah like that ( Read more... )

It's been a ridonkulous amount of time since I posted, so I was having a hard time of it trying to figure out how to get back in the saddle. Do I ease in sideways as if I'd never left? Do I apologize to my tiny audience of friends and make grand gestures of genuflection? Bah, I'll just tell a story ( Read more... )

So much has happened since the last post that it boggles the mind. I don't know why I've fallen off the journal train, especially considering it was once one of my favorite things to do every day. And it was especially handy when taking trips and wanting to remember and relive special moments ( Read more... )

It's been more than two months since my last post, and with all the changes going on, it feels like forever. At the same time, of course, everything also feels the same ( Read more... )

Welp, two weeks into my new job and I still have mixed feelings. I am, however, not going crazy, which I think is a plus ( Read more... )

In my recent post I mentioned that I felt as if I were going crazy. That strange itching is still there. I keep reminding myself to take every day, one at a time. I vascillate between unfocused, impotent confusion and fear of my own reactions. Unless I revert to being angry, which makes me feel more in control but is certainly not good for my blood ( Read more... )

You ever get the feeling that you're crazy? Or, at the least, beset upon by uncontrollable urges that override your better judgement, attitude, and attempts at grace ( Read more... )

Another year, another Spring Break. While I enjoyed a day off that a few of my coworkers didn't get, it was still a grind of working every day, going to the Boardwalk every day, dealing with the same nutcases. They may come in different packages, but crazy is the same. The beautiful weather may have played against us, since no one wants to eat ( Read more... )