So we watched The Bucket List tonight; we thought it would be a good way to kick off our trip around the world (and we were probably gluttons for punishment).  I realize this song is rather old, or is probably rather old, but it's so appropriate considering, well--everything.  I'm not a John Mayer fan, I admit, but I can make an exception for this ( Read more... )

This recovery is akin to the yo-yo. I wish there was a less-tired metaphor to use, but it really is apt. I wonder what they compared such things to before the yo-yo?

I have successes and failures, all under the guise of expectation, but I really never expect to fail. Tessa tells me (God, but I do love her name and its alliterative qualities) that I  ( Read more... )

and I can type 43wpm without the aid of a typing program.

!!!

Although, I am still going to use this typing program because, really, I cannot abide a life without colons or capital letters.

they say regression is a part of recovery, but it's not an expectation. one day, minute, week you're feeling well, and the next you see your hours of progress crash into lifting one pinky or murmuring one word. perhaps it is not so dramatic for others, but it's been so for me.

apparently i was not as ready for the movies as i thought; nevertheless, ( Read more... )

more particularly his last acts, then of the reign of tiberius, and all of which follows, without either bitterness or partiality, from any motives to which i am far removed.

( the annals and the histories, tacitus )