I have a new bike, hurrah.  Took a ride on it today, and... well, it kicked my ass.  Which is funny, because I can do fairly well on my stationary bike, but I got out into the somewhat-chilly very-dry Las Cruces air this afternoon and very shortly in (like maybe ten minutes) I was wheezing so hard I had to stop and head, much more slowly, back home ( Read more... )

I don't even know what intrepid means, honestly.  I'm sure I did, once.  I think I've lost some brain cells along the way, which is a difficult feeling to say the least.

But, anyway, here's the problem:  Perfect is obviously impossible, and yet it always seemed like everybody thought I *could* be perfect if I wanted to.  When perfection eluded me, I ( Read more... )

I still chide myself for missing it, because that's how my childhood was.  We weren't poor, no.  Those children on the television with the ribs showing and the great big eyes, they were poor.  Never mind the reduced lunch, never mind the home-made clothes and the hand-me-downs, we weren't poor. And in the same way, I was not allowed to miss praise ( Read more... )

Or, well, I know one thing ( Read more... )

We've been talking lately about the possibility of going back to Ohio, which raises more questions about getting married.  I'd rather do it sooner than later.  Well, I would have done it the week after we met, but that's beside the point. ;)  But there is something inherently ludicrous about living with this guy who you adore, who you are going to ( Read more... )

And complicated.  This is why people drive to work, honestly ( Read more... )

Probably.  Suffice it to say that it isn't getting better, which makes me tetchy ( Read more... )

I'm working on trying to establish routines for myself. This has been really difficult for me. I spent five years in college. I was, as recently as August, a graduate student. I never knew what time I'd go to bed at night or when I'd get up in the morning, and it didn't matter. But now it matters, obviously, and I spend far too much time ( Read more... )

I'm going to try to find a notebook to keep beside my bed tonight. The dreams are getting... trippy. I wish I could lucid dream, really, because at least then I could enjoy it instead of being totally confused when I wake up. They're very long, elaborate, storylines that make total sense when I'm asleep, and when I wake briefly but go back to ( Read more... )

The car is now running great. Just the battery, no other problems, and it turned out to not even cost that much to fix ( Read more... )