I was at some kind of boarding school, with a bunch of people. The only class I could remember was a sort of Literature class where we studied the works of Sylvia Plath. There were written tests, where instead of blanks to fill in (that look like actual __________ blanks), there were keywords we were supposed to memorize and, on the test, those ( Read more... )

Every so often, I get into one of these moods where I wish I could go back in time and say something to the person I was several years ago. Most of the time it's something simple, like a piece of advice, or a reassuring word that things are going to work out okay. Other times, I really wish I could slap some sense into the younger Me and wake him ( Read more... )

I can't believe I missed the anniversary, like totally forgot about it.

One year ago Tuesday was the day I resigned from US Airways.

I'm not really sure how I feel about it, and maybe part of that is the time right now. But I'll have to think about that some later, perhaps.

This morning was yet another morning where I parked behind quillon the night before, and either I was too lazy or forgetful to move the cars around before I went to bed, so I had to get up to let him out to go to work. There's nothing like that rush of below-freezing air to really wake you up ( Read more... )

I just read more about the crash in Charlotte here, and I have a couple of gripes, and some thoughts about why I probably have a bias against the news media. And I'm warning you that I go way off on a tangent.

( And since I am so good about cut tags, you don't have to read it if you don't want to. )

Last night, I was reflecting about the differences between this year and last year.

Last year (well, technically, 2001) on New Year's Eve, I was in the hospital, with chest pains, hungry because I didn't have a credit card to order any food, and alone, and miserable. And last night, I was with quillon, hugskitties19, her boyfriend, my mother, her roommate, and a ( Read more... )