On the Trinity is depriving me of the will to live. As depressing is my imminent return to Heidegger, whom I abandoned because I couldn't take him anymore but need to start reading again. I'm not a philosopher or theologian, but I have to pretend I'm one for a while, and I don't think it's going well.
So. Tell me something that makes you happy. Tell me a story. Show me a picture. Anything to keep me from harming myself or the library book, or fleeing to the Northwest Territory.
Something that makes me happy: my dog grinning at me and thumping his tail when he happens to look up as I look down. My Moleskine commonplace book, which is stuffed full of quotations and randomness.
Also, all being well,
sgabigbang goes live tomorrow, :>