So at work, I'm in a glass house. People stare at me and watch me and I get to stare back at them. We're surrounded by windows and everything is open and you can hear someone breathing on the other side of the library because of the acoustics. There is no such thing as privacy. There is no such thing as disclosure. There is no such thing as ( Read more... )

So . . . it's been a few days since I last updated ( Read more... )

I'm severely angry and irritated right now ( Read more... )

How to start this ( Read more... )

Although this was not a spectacular Xmas, it was at least civil ( Read more... )

So, I have to write about some of the occurrences of Saturday ( Read more... )

Cassie and I are heading to PA tomorrow morning, bright and early.

I know that I'm going to be very welcomed in my father's home because I have done my duty. I have been a good child: I have a job.

I doubt anything will be done on Sunday except the usual Holiday-Eve preparations. Monday, of course, is the day. I don't think I'm getting ( Read more... )