Personal Journal
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Differences
This is an exploration of some of the events in my previous post – Punishment. If you haven’t read it, be aware that this may reference disturbing concepts or events, please read at your own comfort level.
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Anger
Oh anger. I’ve been struggling lately with anger. I’m just angry all the time. And disillusioned and bitter and cynical and jaded. I feel inundated by the massive awfulness of the world and humanity and as if there is no point to anything because… human existence on a whole is just an inescapable welling mud that will drown us all – the good of us along with the bad.
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Sickerness
So walking pneumonia rapidly became ambulance ride and tubes in my arms pneumonia.  Terrific.  And it wasn’t my fault!  I took the antibiotics and rested and drank fluids!  I didn’t bring it on!  The ER said that pneumonia is just like that…
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Being Sick with Sir…
So… I managed to get a summer pneumonia, how stupid is that? Â Sir took today off work to stay home and take care of me, which is sweet, as long as I don’t punch him…
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Sunday Night Thoughts
This is such a crap blog (I just typoed that as “carp”). Â I always think about how crappy it is… my posts aren’t thematic or pointed or even on topic beyond “Sunday Night Thoughts.” Â Wow, Shadow, stunning work, really. Â I have no idea why people even come here anymore.
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Low Point
I know. Â Another disappearing act. Â I owe some people emails. Â I will try to get to them, but hopefully this will hold you all until I do.
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Friday Night Donuts
It is Friday night and K and J came over with their son. Â We are partying down. Â (Okay, playing in the kitchen and watching Grimm.)Â It’s nice to feel normal, at least as close as I get.
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Holidays
To those who celebrate it, Merry Christmas. To the northern hemisphere… Happy solstice (a few days late). We have reached the longest darkness of the year and are now heading back towards the light. For the southern hemisphere… Sorry, you’re on the downhill slide to winter. 😉
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Irony
A random bit of writing inspired by events of the evening… Sorry not much commentary here. I’m tired, it’s late, and I’m under threats of dire consequences if my “ass is not in bed in the next thirty seconds…” Are dominance and a tendency to hyperbole carried on the same gene or something? Seriously… It seems to be a thing.Â
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And the beat goes on…
It’s 6:50 in the morning. I actually got ready for work early, ate breakfast, and had time to have a cup of tea… I should really try to do that more often. This morning I had a reason. I had a meeting scheduled online with a friend. He didn’t make it. So I’ve been sipping tea and meandering the internet. He may have had a crisis to deal with… Things happen. Aren’t I being so rational and mature? It’s all a lie. But I’m a good liar.