This is written mostly for me, in case I ever forget. I'm posting it here mainly because I type faster than I write, and because this is a place to put it, but also because people keep asking me how I am, and I don't know what to say, other than "I'm fine," which is (to quote Tim Curry) both true and misleading. I'm as fine as anyone ever is, I ( Read more... )

...and  my mom just came downstairs and told me how depressed she was because all of her children have become corrupt and none of us are good Christians and where did she go wrong raising us. And she was serious.

And a little kid at work asked me today "Why do you make mistakes so good?"

Why, indeed.

Which, funnily enough, started extremely well. This morning was very good indeed. Apartment-hunting good, happy-and-excited good, finally-taking-a-tangible-step-toward my future good. Concupiscently good, even, and how often do I get to say that these days? Jessa and I had made the definite decision to cohabit a 2-bedroom apartment in Urbana, and ( Read more... )

They're doing the floor in my basement on Friday (the next step in making it inhabitable again post-Great-Flood), and so I had to consolidate the stuff I had left in the basement so there would be room to move the rest of the furniture in and out as necessary. Going through boxes is hitting me like a fist in the gut, which I didn't expect but which ( Read more... )

I'm sick and tired of being accommodating. I want people to have to rearrange their lives around what I need for once.

I suppose I should write a jounal entry about this, to offer somewhat of a general explanation to everyone who's probably just going to hear it from someone else anyway.

( Elliot and I have broken up, for now... )

Pause. Breathe. Reflect. Repeat three times after me: their well-being is not your responsibility. Their well-being is not your responsibility. Their well-being is not your responsibility ( Read more... )