This is gonna be quick. Ria e-mailed me the other day to ask if I had been posting lately in some sort friends-only way that she couldn't read. But no, I just haven't been posting at all. I moved last month, and my computer access is more limited, and I'm way backlogged on e-mail, and this just hasn't been a priority. But I'm still here ( Read more... )

For anyone who has checked this journal in the last few days, there was a post Monday about driving cross-country. Probably didn't sound like me at all - and that's because it wasn't. My friend, Rich, was staying here and wanted to update his journal. Apparently he didn't notice that it automatically logged in as me, and so his travel story ( Read more... )

As is pretty apparent to anyone reading this, my social life in Denver revolves almost entirely around work. I am lucky enough to work with a bunch of really awesome women that I am happy to call friends. And with the idiosyncrasies of our work schedule, all of us end up spending a lot of time with our coworkers - altho perhaps me, more than some ( Read more... )

I used to have mental hospital dreams almost every night. Most of the time they were nightmares, but not always. Just constant, inescapable reminders ( Read more... )

I publish a number of zines. And I'm on a number of different zine-related listservs. A little while ago, a girl named Anna posted to one of them, regarding a zine she's working on - a zine about mental health issues and surviving/escaping the psychiatric system. Naturally, I e-mailed her, and after a couple of exchanges, I came up with my ( Read more... )

Something I Wrote a Few Months Ago ( Read more... )

I'm the type who will leave the first page of a notebook blank, so I can go back later and put something really worthy at the beginning. I like things to start with a *bang* even when that isn't actually realistic. But I guess I need to be real here, and in real life a beginning sometimes looks like a middle. Or like a beginning, but an awkward ( Read more... )